Swallowed Salt

Poor big baby
You finally got your guarantee
Let your ashes mix and match with the bones of the burnt economy
In an urn of little earnings
Learning never did a thing for me
They’ll say Rest In Peace
They’ll say Rest In Peace
But they really mean thanks for letting us be
Thanks for letting us breath
You swallowed salt and filled your lungs
Now there’s no room for breathing now
And there’s no room for singing