Your Pearly Whites Lyrics

This family blood it runs through me thin as oil in water.
My family blood it cut through me clear like teeth made of sauter.
My childhood passed through me clear like the throat meeting water.
A dentist sighed and said, "son, we're going to have to take your last good set of teeth."

Someone once said, "why do you try to speak when you don't have a mouth?"
You could have been fine, you could have made it.
You could have licked the lips of god but you chose the pavement.

Just lay there with your mouth wired shut.
You went too far out on a limb, you fell. and you fell.
You know your track record shows that it's full of holes, so the next time you try to open your mouth, just don't. just don't.

Why do you let them count your teeth while you sleep?
When they will take a few and parade them around like they know you.
I want to be able to stick my fist in your mouth and feel all 32.
You look so beautiful with a full set of teeth and a great mouth to chew.

I know I lose track of you sometimes.
I lose track of myself sometimes.
I lose track of my grammar sometimes.
It's ....
I know I lose track of you sometimes.
I lose track of myself sometimes.
I lose track of my grammar sometimes.
It's ...

You know I try things six times.
Once for every shot.
How many triggers do we got left in the chamber?
What's to remember?
Lost family.
Lost friends.
Loose ends.
The years loop themselves and run over and over again.
You need to buy a piece of this land now, boy.
It's running out quick.

I'd take this I guess over the other one.
The sun sets on all the things that I should have done, they acted too quick.
Some things need to remain still.
It's that you shouldn't, you couldn't.
It could weigh down your eyes.

As all these walls start to sing, you know you shouldn't, you couldn't.
And then the gums start to bleed.
Don't drink from fountain, you are liable to drown, and I might ask this once or twice.
This is all ringing because
You know you shouldn't, you couldn't
And so my ears start to bleed

And i might ask this once or twice.
And i might ask this once or twice.

What is this?
This, my gaping mound of wires.
My flapping speakerbox.
Human connection of disconnection.
Why exist?
Why take the risk?
Another day brings you close to your last hour.