by the Shins

Gold teeth and a curse for this town
were all in my mouth.
Only, I don’t know how
they got out, dear.

Turn me back into the pet
I was when we met.
I was happier then
with no mind-set.

And if you’d took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I’d have jumped from my tree
And I’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes,
the dirt in your fries.
Hope it’s right when you die,
old and bony.

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head’s to the wall and I’m lonely.

And if you’d took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I’d have jumped from my tree
And I’d danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn
may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns ’till they melt away.

I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
And if you’d took to me like
Well I’d danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.