Teeth Like God's Shoeshine lyrics

Song information

Artist: Modest Mouse
Album: Lonesome Crowded West

Lyrics

From the top of the ocean — yeah!
To the bottom of the sky — goddamn!
Well, when I get claustrophobic
I can, you know that I can; well!
From the top of the ocean — yeah!
To the bottom of the sky — goddamn!
Well when 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 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've all been wronged
And I feel dizzier by the mile
Said hell! the money's spent
Went to the county line
And paid the rent I 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 have 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 televisions on
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 —
Thick syrup standin' in lines
The malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns
Well 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 hurt deep down inside
Or 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 wrong, and its all gone
Or, you can add it up and give a shit, give a shit
I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this!
And it's all wrong, and it's 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 standin' in lines
The malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns
Well so long, farewell, good-bye

And the telephone goes off
Pick the receiver up, try to meet ends
And find out the beginning, the end and the best of it

(Oh my goddamn!! )

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…