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Tytuł: Teeth Like God's Shoeshine

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From the top of the ocean - Yeah
  From the bottom of the sky -Goddamn
  Well I get claustrophobic
  I can you know that I can
  And he said:
  "I am not allowed much danger
  keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
  you'll burn me if effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."
  A rattle snake up in buffalo Montana
  he bit the leg of the old sheriff
  Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
  Well I might be wrong
  but you you tag along
  and we we all been wronged
  and I get dizzier by the mile
  Said hell! The money's spent
  went to the county line
  and paid the rent said "Uh-oh."
  Oh! If you could compact your conscience
  Oh! And you might.
  Oh! If you could bottle and sell it you might have done
  Oh! And you might
  Oh! If you could compact your conscience
  and sell it save it for another time
  you might have to use it.
  And the televisions gone
  Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
  and find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it
  Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?
  Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
  He sparkles shimmers shines
  let's all have another Orange Julius
  Thick syrup standing in lines
  The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
  so long, farewell, good-bye
  Take 'em all for the long ride
  and you'll go around town
  no one wants to be uptight anymore
  You can be ashamed
  or be so proud of what you've done
  but not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
  take 'em all for the sense of happiness
  that comes from hurting deep down inside
  Or you can walk th line and give a shit
  I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
  and its all all wrong, and its all all gone
  Well, you can add it up and give a shit
  go to the family doctor
  Its all worth it
  and its all all gone, and its all all wrong
  Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
  He sparkles shimmers shines
  let's all have another Orange Julius
  Thick syrup standing in lines
  The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
  so long, farewell, good-bye
  And the telephone goes off
  pick to receiver up, try to meet ends
  and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it
  
  [ Thanks Chris for correction ]