Slugs for Salt

I'm on the pickets

With the rest of the rank and file

With the rest of the hopeless I'll wait

Sweating bare survival

I'm in the thickets

Just another bill paid too late

Just another statistic I'll make

Lost to the archives

Don't dig your own grave

We don't need turkeys for Christmas

Or slugs for salt

I'm in the fields,

Of fallow lands waiting to grow

Of weeds showing through snow

Through roots rotten and dying

Don't dig your own grave

We don't need turkeys for Christmas

Or slugs for salt

Do you always feel like you're against the ropes?

Don't dig your own grave

We don't need turkeys for Christmas

Or slugs for salt