Modest Mouse – Teeth Like God's Shoeshine lyrics

From the top of the ocean
Yeah
From the bottom of the sky
Goddamn
Well I got 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 in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy. "
A rattle snake 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 all been wronged
And I dizzier by the mile
Said hell ya! The money's spent
Went to the couty line
And pair the rent said "Uh-oh."
Oh! If you could compact you 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, and 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' 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, farwell, good-bye
Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one want to be uptight anymore
You can be ashamed
Or be so pround of what you've done
But not no more, not now, not ever or anyone
Take 'em all for the sense of happiness
That comes from hurting deep down inside
You can add it up and give a shit give a shit
Go to the family doctor
It's all worth it all worth it
And it's all all gone, and it's all all wrong
Well, you can add it up and give a shit give a shit
Go to the family doctor
It's all worth it all worth it
And it's all all gone, and it's all all wrong
Here's the man with teeth like God' 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, farwell, good-bye
And the telephone goes off
Pick the receiver up, try to meet ends
And find out the beginning, and end and the best of it.
Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one want to be uptight anymore
You can be ashamed
Or be so pround of what you've done
But not no more, not now, not ever or anyone