New Slang - the Shins

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

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 mindset

And if you took to me like

A gull takes to the wind

Well, I’d’ve jumped from my trees

And I’d’ve danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would’ve 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 took to me like

A gull takes to the wind

Well, I’d’ve jumped from my trees

And I’d’ve danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would’ve fared well

Godspeed all the bakers at dawn

May they all cut their thumbs

And bleed into their buns

'Til they melt away

I’m looking in on the good life

I might be doomed never to find

Without a trust, a flaming field

Am I too dumb to refine?

And if you took to me like

Well, I’d’ve danced like the queen of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would’ve fared well

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh