A song about saliva.
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Bob Segarini's first solo record, "Gotta Have Pop". Listened to that record endlessly in the closing months of 1978. Some of the melody was a strong influence on this tune.
Spit
When I was younger, I used to be a snotty nosed punk (only thought of me)
Put a sign up you can line up
Now I'm older so much wiser than then I push it on 2 or 3 instead of 10
You can line up and I'll knock you all down
Call me a liar stripped to the wire you hand me a rope a suicide note
Tried to take my time, now I gotta mind to
Spit -my medicine Spit-your badge of tin
Spit- I've never been never be your slave
Spit -your cup of tea Spit-the face I see
Spit- your society, never be your slave
Everyday's a struggle between you and me, my sackcloth of ashes for your luxury
Did you sign up? Make your mind up
Someday soon you're gonna cross the line I'll ease the knife in gently and take back what's mine won't you line up Mr. Businessman
Call me a liar, stripped to the wire, you hand me a rope a suicide note
Try to read my mind now I think it's time to
Spit -my medicine Spit-your badge of tin
Spit- I've never been never be your slave
Spit -your cup of tea Spit-the face I see
Spit- your society, never be your slave
“Round the corner lies in ruins shattered dreams and lost illusions
Like islands in the stream any simple man could see
Like a traveller always searching the horizon ever yearning
Like the waves that wash ashore who was here before before. . ..”
Spit -my medicine Spit-your badge of tin
Spit- I've never been never be your slave
Spit -your cup of tea Spit-the face I see
Spit- your society, never be your slave...x 2