I Am a Salt Mine - Local H

Confuse your muse in a full bar

Crack the code of my Lone Star

Channel set, local news

I’m out of options

It’s what I choose

I am a salt mine

It’s what I choose

That’s what I choose

Woke up again with my clothes on

But haven’t yet left the stove on

I lost my leg to a Brown Recluse

I was a gold mine

Turned to a salt mine

It’s what I choose

I am a salt mine

It’s what I choose

There’s nothing here;

it feels like blues

There’s nothing here that I don’t choose

And I’m up for auction if I choose

If I don’t play then I can’t lose

I’ll never lose

I fell in bed with Lot’s wife

I was a gold mine turned to a salt mine

That’s what I choose

I am a salt mine

I’ll never lose

I am a salt mine

That’s what I choose