Salt
Worth more than gold
where it doesn't get cold
'cause I keep that fish real fresh
and the taste of death
on a chicken breast
makes that chicken breast the best
Dash these bitter seas
wherever you please
but I'll give you heart disease
and throw me in the dirt
if you want to do hurt
bring a broke man to his knees.
My birth is due to Mother Earth
She's got a bad sense of humor;
I'm a treat
I keep it sweet
a gift, a gun, a tumor