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

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 if effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."

A rattle snake up 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 we all been wronged

And I get dizzier by the mile

Said hell! The money's spent

Went to the county line

And paid the rent 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 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'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

This syrup standing in lines

The malls are the soon to be ghost towns

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 hurting deep down inside

Or you can walk th line and give a shit

I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this

And its all all wrong, and its all all gone

Well, you can add it up and give a shit

I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this

And its all all wrong, and its all 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

So long, farewell, good-bye

And the telephone goes off

Pick to receiver up, try to meet ends

And find out the beginning, the end and the best of it