I lick salt right off my hand It helps me to feel that I'm still by that ocean That's where I left my whole family I'm pretty sure God made us (?) broken They all forgive me when they're dead They all forgive me when they're dead and gone Those happy holy heinous houses They spread and out and out for mileses Oh, I'd rather give my two good playing hands Than, to stay in that hot climate And marry one of those men They all forgive me when they're dead They all forgive me when they're dead and gone Ah ah ah ah ah oh Whoooooo king tight crescent moon mud crack Shelley Brown and George and all the moral fested trolley boys Large hard hands holding half empty cans Whilst driving Yeah I was pouring pints for fuckheads at the (?) Point Hotel They all forgive me when they're dead They all forgive me if they haven't already yet Ah ah ah ah ah oh Whoooooo See I got my focus on salt shaker I got my baby on Salt shaker Yeah I got my furry on Salt shaker Yeah I got my furry on Salt shaker ah