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Modest Mouse The Lonesome Crowded West Teeth Like God's Shoeshine 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 its all all gone, and its 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 its all all gone, and its 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 |
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