Salt Bag Spill Lyrics - Mobile Estates - Citizen King

Suckers, suckers, suckers 

You got the sideways grip, I'm about to flip 

Your backdrop dizzy spell puttin' dents in the padlock 

Cold defying the laws of slingshot 

A white picket fence 

To separate the stones you stand on 

Before the tide comes in on the early dawn 

The light bulb spins on the horn rims 

You blister in the sun 

You're just a salt bag spill, another salt bag spill 

'Cause it's a green jean battle from the burlap 

I break your ribs and it's full contact 

Vagabonds, you start a war 

But we're the cream of the crop 

And you're the cream of the corn 

Crash, collide and no good comeback 

Flash in the pan like a burnt short stack 

But we've got the butter to let your mud slide 

You're slippin' on down for the test of time 

Salt bag spill, another salt bag spill 

I'm pitching my fork in Mr. Rourke 

You get the trap door with sawdust splinters 

Pepper in the jar gettin' served that dinner 

Slam you like a screen door keepin' out the terminal condition 

You get the oatmeal bath 

You're out of commission, you're tarred, you're feathered 

And covered in lacquer, your head's in a bucket 

That's ringing with laughter 

You suckers, suckers, suckers, suckers 

Salt bag spill, another salt bag spill 

Salt bag spill, you're just a salt bag spill 

Takin' out, you suckers 

Takin' out [Incomprehensible] 

Takin' out, you suckers