Your Pearly Whites lyrics

Song information

Artist: These Arms Are Snakes
Album: The Oxeneers Or The Lion Sleeps When Its Antelope Go Home

Lyrics

The family blood runs through me this oil in water
My family blood cut through me clear like teeth made of sauter
My childhood passed through me smooth like the throat meeting water
A dental sighs, "son, we're going to have to take your last good set of teeth."
Someone once said, "why do you try to speak when you don't have a mouth?"
You could have been fine, you could have made it
You could licked the lips of god but you chose the pavement
Just lay there with your mouth wired shut
You went too far out on a limb and you fell
You know your track record shows that it's full of holes, so the next time you try to open your mouth, just don't
Why do you let them count your teeth while you sleep
When they will take a few and parade them around like they know you
I want to be able to sick my fist in your mouth and feel all 32
You look so beautiful with a full set of teeth and a great mouth to chew
I know I lose track of you sometimes
I lose track of myself sometimes
I lose track of my grammar sometimes
Dot dot comma dot
You know I try things six times
One is for every shot
How many triggers do we got left in the chamber?
What's to remember?
Lost family
Lost friends
Loose ends untied
The years loop themselves and run over and over again
You need to buy a piece of this land now, boy
It's running out quick
I'd take this I guess over the other one
The sun sets on the things that I should have done, they acted too quick
Some things need to remain still
It's that you shouldn't, you couldn't
It could weigh down your eyes
As all these walls start to sing, you know you shouldn't, you couldn't
And then the gums start to bleed
Don't drink from this fountain, you are liable to drown, and I might ask this once or twice
What is this?
This, my gaping mound of wires
My flapping speakerbox
Human connection of disconnection
Why exist?
Why take the risk?
Another day brings you close to your last hour