Black Flag Salt On A Slug Lyrics

I poured salt on a large slug.
I watched how the slug writhed and squirmed.
It tried to escape me and my burning salt.
The slug made no sound.
But I'm sure if I were turned inside out and dipped in
salt, I would scream.
I remember how the slug glistened and resperated...
Until I put the salt on it.
And how it tried to get away secreting a yellowish green
mucus
In great quantities that bubbled slightly.
My fascination turned to revoltion as the slug writhed
and tossed from side to side Secreting even more yellow green mucus to try and beat
the salt.
It was a losing battle for the slug.
'Cause when it had succeeded in rubbing some of the salt
off with great effort
I would simply turn the salt shaker on the slug again and
start over.
Eventually I got bored and left the slug still writhing
in vain
Trying to get free of the salt that eventually sucked the
slug dry.
Later I imagined that my whole body was a tongue and I
was dipped in salt...