[Piano plays and Gus sings]
Nobody ever buys salt It’s always just there by default How does it get there? No clue. I’ve never bought it. Have you? I’ve had a whole lot of people in my crappy life Who’ve abandoned and ditched me
and left me with strife But I know that no matter how bad the assault That somewhere near by me, there’ll probably be salt [Last note fades to end.
Perhaps the sound of falling salt]