rock
blues
americana
Story behind the song
Written & recorded in 24 hours.
Lyrics
You're rubbin' salt in my wounds,
Sugar in my eyes,
You're rubbin' salt in my wounds,
Why I can't even cry,
Seems like every guy in town,
Has found a way to let me down,
Salt in my wounds.
You're kickin' sand in my face,
Pepper in my coffee,
You're kickin' sand in my face,
Yeah pepper in my coffee,
Ahh go ahead just one more time,
I don't even like your kind,
Sand in my face, yeah.
You're makin' eyes at my back,
You're breakin' my good nature,
You're makin' eyes at my back,
Why I can't even hate yah,
Oh keep your mess a dirty friends,
I know how the story ends,
Eyes at my back.
2004
