Swallowed Salt - Ceschi

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