The shins
I don't how how much this song is getting out on the radio, these guys, the shins are really very good, the song on the radio is called new slang, dl it or listen for it on your radio, here's the words
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, that i was when we met.
i was happier then with no mind-set.
and if you took to me like
a... gull takes to the wind.
i'd 'a jumped from my treeS
and i'd dance like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a 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 calle
but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.
and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
i'd 'a jumped from my treeS
and i dance like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
god speed all the bakers at dawn, may 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 'a took to me like
i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
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, that i was when we met.
i was happier then with no mind-set.
and if you took to me like
a... gull takes to the wind.
i'd 'a jumped from my treeS
and i'd dance like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a 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 calle
but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.
and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
i'd 'a jumped from my treeS
and i dance like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
god speed all the bakers at dawn, may 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 'a took to me like
i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.