Modest Mouse "Teeth Like God's Shoeshine" |
From the top of the ocean Yeah! From the bottom of the sky God damn! Well I get claustrophobic I can, you know that I can Well, From the top of the ocean Yeah! From the bottom of the sky God damn! Well I get claustrophobic I can, you know that i can, And he said... "I am not allowed much danger, But keep in mind you're an old friend, stranger You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy Well, A rattlesnake up in montana He bit the leg of the Sheriff Ha! That boy fell on his harelip! Ow...Ow! Well I, I might be wrong But you, you tag along But we are always wrong And I get dizzier by the mile Said hell! The money's spent went to the county line and paid the rent said "Uh-oh." Oh! If you could compact your conscience Oh! And you might Oh! If you could bottle and sell what you might've done Oh! And You might... Oh! If you could compact your conscience and sell it save it for another time You might have to use it... And the television's off Go to the grocery store and buy some new friends And find out the beginning the end and the best of it well do you need a lot of what you got to survive? Well here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine He sparkles, shimmers, shines Let's all have another Orange Julius, Thick syrup standing in lines The malls are the soon to be ghost-towns Well so long, farewell, good-bye Well, Take them all for the long ride And go around town, no one will be up, uptight anymore You can be ashamed to be so proud of what you've done But not no one, not now, not ever anyone, take 'em all for the sense of happiness that comes from hurting deep down inside You can try to add it up and give a shit, give a shit Go to the family doctor with all of it all of it All... of and it's all of... Or you can add it up and give a shit give a shit And it takes the best of it, best of it All of... All of... Well here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine He sparkles, shimmers, shines Let's all have another Orange Julius, Thick syrup standing in lines The malls are the soon to be ghost-towns Well so long, farewell, good-bye and the telephone goes off pick to receiver up, try to meet ends and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |