Modest Mouse - Teeth Like God's Shoeshine (HD)

Artist: Modest Mouse
Album: The Lonesome Crowded West
Song: Teeth Like God's Shoeshine

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
Well, 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
Well, 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 Buffalo, Montana
He bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip
Ow! Ow!
Well I, I might be wrong
But you, you tag along
And we, we all been wrong and
I get dizzier by the mile
I said hell yeah
The money's been spent
Go to the county line
And pay the rent and said uh-oh
I said uh-oh

Oh, if you could compact your conscience
Oh, and you might
Oh, if you could bottle and sell it you might've done
Oh, and you might
Oh, if you could compact your conscience and sell it
Save it for another time
You know you might have to use it

And the television's 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 got to survive?

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, goodbye

Take up all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one will want to be uptight anymore
You should be ashamed
To be so proud of what you've done
But not no one
Not now, not ever anyone
Take them all for the sight of their happiness
From that deep hurt deep down inside

And 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
All along
And it's all gone
Or you can add it up and give a shit
Give a shit
I wouldn't call that the best of it
Best of it
All along
And it's all gone

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, goodbye

And the telephone goes off
Pick the reciever up
Try to meet ends
And find out the beginning
The end and the best of it

Oh my goddamn!
Take them all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You should be ashamed
To be so proud of what you've done
But not no one
Not now, not ever anyone

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Modest
• Mouse
• Teeth
• Like
• God's
• Shoeshine
• indie
• lo-fi
• The
• Lonesome
• Crowded
• West

[TheWillseph]

@jepparks I will eventually cause an accident because of how loud I scream along to this while driving.

[jepparks]

i scream this song outloud everytime i hear it