Sugar & Salt from Shithole Country by Royal Dog

can you smell the essence of desperation
down in the depths under disposition
hyper-correcting a scent that goddamn reeks
stuck in the muck trynna look for pleasure
hooked by the crooks and the candy peddlers
sugar & salt, pouty lips and boney cheeks
can you hear the sad in the absent chatter
rash to the fact that the fact don’t matter
matter of fact, dissatisfaction guaranteed
grasp to the something that adds to nothing
we don’t give a fuck about the lack of function
sugar & salt, you got everything you need
get it til you got it then you throw it away (got it all, ba-da-dop bop bop)
you took too much offense and forgot to pay
more attention than you could afford anyway
sugar & salt, all they ever wanted
sugar & salt, you got everything they need

• Punk
• Chicago