I am a pillar of salt.
you'll never be worse than me
so get in the fucking car, we've got us a life to bleed
don't despair, nothing will make you cold like me
nothing will make you bored like me
it's true, but it hasn't always been so,
it's true, but it hasn't always been so
so instead of dragging the swamp for your lost love,
come to me I'm your living crop circle
and while you're looking at me like I'm from mars
come down from your tree and join in with the circle you're keeping
the world can fire, my friend, but I come back again and again
do you go on your way just waiting for that lucky day?
is life good? a rocket sled utopia, a self imposed myopia, you gotta love this pace
life is fast, a million winners everyday, you tell me, is this work or play?
I'm never really sure.
But I'm grabbing her knees like a worm with a mission,
because I'm made out of salt, and I'm made out of coal,
and I pick my culture well
a line of dust right through my head and scary thoughts like maybe I'm already dead
we won't get caught if we don't stay here and we'll be ready for a new frontier
for a new frontier...
I said 'fuck you' on christmas, and then they put me to bed
and I'm never gonna tell you why...
you'll never be worse than me
so get in the fucking car, we've got us a life to bleed
don't despair, nothing will make you cold like me
nothing will make you bored like me
it's true, but it hasn't always been so,
it's true, but it hasn't always been so
so instead of dragging the swamp for your lost love,
come to me I'm your living crop circle
and while you're looking at me like I'm from mars
come down from your tree and join in with the circle you're keeping
the world can fire, my friend, but I come back again and again
do you go on your way just waiting for that lucky day?
is life good? a rocket sled utopia, a self imposed myopia, you gotta love this pace
life is fast, a million winners everyday, you tell me, is this work or play?
I'm never really sure.
But I'm grabbing her knees like a worm with a mission,
because I'm made out of salt, and I'm made out of coal,
and I pick my culture well
a line of dust right through my head and scary thoughts like maybe I'm already dead
we won't get caught if we don't stay here and we'll be ready for a new frontier
for a new frontier...
I said 'fuck you' on christmas, and then they put me to bed
and I'm never gonna tell you why...