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Salt Lake 1973 by Shawn Mullins (Eggshells)
Lyrics by Richard Fortson
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Mormon's are everwhere 
battalions of bicycling bachelors 
with dark suits 
and well cropped hair 
we're Mormons too 
have been since '72 
I'm riding between my brother and sister 
in the back seat of a '67 Buick station wagon 
with red vinyl seats 
we stick by each other 
and to those seats 
we've been eating cheese and bacon sandwiches 
our mother made for thirteen days straight in the August heat 
and both my siblings are wakin' on those eggshells 
as I will soon learn how to do myself 
they play their quiet silly games 
with their peashooters 
as I sip luke-warm Sprite from a tin can 
sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman 
a hundred miles back 
who is probably the only person with good sense 
in this part of the country 
I still don't know what to do god-awful bacon and cheese sandwich 
but your body is your temple 
God tells us so, 
so drink up your milk 
and reap what you sow 
I mold the cheese and bacon sandwich into a ball in my hand 
it kind of reminds me of Play-dough 
I look around to see who is watchin' 
and stuff it between the red vinyl seats 
no one will find it 
at least not for a couple of weeks 
we're in this big place now 
it's kind of like 1/2 of an blue plastic easter egg shell 
and there's a hole in the top 
where the sun cuts through 
and lights up the room 
and I hear all these male voices 
telling me that black people are inferior 
and it's ok to have more than one wife 
and as the dry dry breath of the utah sun warms me 
I stand before a statue of Jesus that is far too big 
and has held these folks hostage for so so long 
and I gaze up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior 
and wonder if it 
can smell all this bullshit 
cause I sure can 
and I'm only 5 years old 
in Salt Lake City 
in 1973...