Connoisseur of Salt

You made up a list of things you want

To keep around

Things so fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

You're filling up your cabinets

With spices and salts to cover up

The bitter taste

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

If you were given all you wanted when you wanted

Would it make coffee less bitter in the morning?

If you were given all you wanted when you wanted it

Would you be fine, fine, fine, fine, fine?

There's no sleep for the dead, no sleep for

No sleep

No sleep for the dead, no sleep for

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Bury yourself all you want in your work

You won't taste it

Bury yourself in sweat, never admitting

That you can't taste it

Bury yourself in salt, so much flavor

Never wasted

'Cause there's no sleep for the dead, no sleep for

No sleep

No sleep for the dead, no sleep for

A doozy

Oh yeah, it's all fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

'Cause you're a connoisseur of salt

Oh, and it's fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

'Cause you're a connoisseur of salt, never tasted better

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine