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, 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