Salt

I can’t believe the things I’m hearing
Beneath the wedding veil the eyes are tearing
Take a shine to the whore
Give her what she’s asking for
She took away your freedom
Took away your freedom
A certain dream about the home your born in
You left from it before and now you miss it
Mountain lords maybe more
Fold the corners square to floor
She took away your freedom
Took away your freedom
Give me back my freedom
Give me back my freedom
We sing a song to quench and make things better
But salt inside your mouth just makes it wetter
Keep it short make it rhyme
Have the children march in time
Take a shine to the whore
Give her what she’s asking
Give me back my freedom
Give me back my freedom
Give me back my freedom
Give me back my freedom