Teeth Like Gods Shoeshine Lyrics by Modest Mouse

Teeth Like Gods Shoeshine Lyrics

    From the top of the ocean - Yeah
    From the bottom of the sky -Goddamn
    Well I get claustrophobic
    I can you know that I can
    And he said:
    "I am not allowed much danger
    keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
    you'll burn me if effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."
    A rattle snake up in buffalo Montana
    he bit the leg of the old sheriff
    Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
    Well I might be wrong
    but you you tag along
    and we we all been wronged
    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 it you might have 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 televisions gone
    Go to the grocery store, 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've got to survive?
    Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
    He sparkles shimmers shines
    let's all have another Orange Julius
    This syrup standing in lines
    The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
    so long, farewell, good-bye
    Take 'em all for the long ride
    and you'll go around town
    no one wants to be uptight anymore
    You can be ashamed
    or be so proud of what you've done
    but not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
    take 'em all for the sense of happiness
    that comes from hurting deep down inside
    Or you can walk th line and give a shit
    I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
    and its all all wrong, and its all all gone
    Well, you can add it up and give a shit
    go to the family doctor
    Its all worth it
    and its all all gone, and its all all wrong
    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
    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

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