Salad City

Salad City By Francis Powell Nobody can breath in Salad City There’s snakes in the sea, in salad city They are just living out a dream in Salad City Or just throwing their lives away I went there when I was twenty one Just wanted to live a bit, and have some fun I was caught in the crossfire of a city at war There was harmony and hell in the midst of it all You can’t sail in the breeze in Salad city There are toxic trees in salad city The children are searching for fields to play and the mayor is attached to the end of a chain There are people sitting on cactus pins, trying to atone for their faults and sins All the shop keepers love to scowl and frown And the taxi drivers, drive with their eyes to the ground