Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 102 · middle

Prairie Oyster

VOLUME V — the CURES, crawling back to life. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Prairie Oyster". Its true history: US frontier, ~1859 — raw egg yolk with Worcestershire, hot sauce, salt and pepper; the bracing 'oyster' restorative of the West. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, the sun's coming up like a bullet through the blind.

[Verse 1]
Left all my good decisions somewhere in the night.
We drank the river dry, my tongue is cracked mud,
Need a little salvation to thin out this blood.
The coffee is cold and the room gives a spin,
Time to pay the piper for the state that I'm in.

[Chorus]
So fix me a Prairie Oyster, drop it in the glass.
A little fire and brimstone to save my heavy ass.
Raw yolk sitting pretty, hot sauce and salt,
I ain't blaming nobody, it’s my own damn fault.
Down the hatch, swallow it whole,
Prairie Oyster, come save my soul.

[Verse 2]
Out on the western frontier back in 1859,
They didn't have a pharmacy, they didn't have the time.
Just a cracked pepper shaker and that dark Worcestershire,
Slide it down the gullet to put out the fire.
It looks like bad trouble swimming in the red,
But it’s the only heavy anchor pulling me from this bed.

[Chorus]
So fix me a Prairie Oyster, drop it in the glass.
A little fire and brimstone to save my heavy ass.
Raw yolk sitting pretty, hot sauce and salt,
I ain't blaming nobody, it’s my own damn fault.
Down the hatch, swallow it whole,
Prairie Oyster, come save my soul.

[Bridge]
Don't break the yellow, let it rest in the glass.
Takes a brave kind of outlaw to finish the task.
It ain't exactly a pearl from the deep,
Just a farmyard blessing when you're dead on your feet.

[Outro]
Yeah, pour the pepper on thick.
Gotta do it real quick.
One big gulp... and the cowboy rides on.
Prairie Oyster.
Yeah, that'll do.