Baby Teeth - Bug Hunter

We’d wear our finest clothes and

Pack tight in tiny row and

Sing songs that someone wrote to guide us towards the truth

When those words caught inside my mouth

I’d bite my tongue and spit them out

Believing tasted great but was impossible to choose

'Cause your God, he clangs on the latitude lines

Always at the worst times

When you finally shut your eyes

Your God, he waits with the keys on his side

And passes the time

Making up the strangest stories for your life

And I don’t know what happens when we die

But that won’t change the way I live my life

Write down your fears and hopes and

Stick those in envelopes and

Send them out with no address;

they never will be read

'Cause prayers good when needing therapy

Focus, heal, and find priority

Don’t pretend they have effect when buried in your head

And I lost each belief like baby teeth

One by one I pulled them gradually

Some would come out looking clean but all the rest would bleed

I could listen to the lessons but my head won’t let me hear it and believe

And I don’t know what happens when we die

But that won’t change the way I live my life

And I lost each belief like baby teeth

One by one I pulled them gradually

Some would come out looking clean but all the rest would bleed

I could listen to the lessons but my head won’t let me hear it and believe

And I don’t know what happens when we die

But that won’t change the way I live my life

And all I want before my times is up

Is a life that made a difference to someone