Modest Mouse - Teeth Like God's Shoeshine lyrics

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
Keep in line, 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 Oh, oh
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 yeah, 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 television's 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 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 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go 'round town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You could 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 sad, sad happiness
That comes from hurting deep down inside
Or you could add it up and give a shit
Give a shit go to the family doctor
It's all worth it, all worth and it's
All, all wrong, and it's all, all gone
Or you could add it up and give a shit
Give a shit i'm on the corner of this and
This and this and it's
All, 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 standing in lines
The malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns
Well, so long, farewell, goodbye

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, God damn

Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go 'round town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You could be ashamed or be so
Proud of what you've done
But not no one, not now, not ever or anyone