VØNTAK - Shrimp and Saints (Креветки и святые)

Grab my knees, steam from the pot, red shells pile,
Mama hums soft in the steam.
Slip that tip money on the counter, kiss a cheek,
Grab my old guitar, gotta chase that little extra,
Then I'm gone into the dark.
I got Bayou mud on my boots,
But my heart's on these streams; sing for the shrimp in the Saints till somebody hears me.
From flaming skies on the ocean to this backroom balcony,