Soothe me at the yucca's feet
Taste the salt of salt and sand
Hear about God's heavenly spies
Speak about rolling skies
Took a dose from the crooked man
Spit it back in his fisted hand
Take a breath by the Salton Sea
Taste the sweet of salt and sand
You've seen the winter drop from behind my fisted eyes
Now hear about the Salton Spies
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