Gold

teeth

and

a

curse

for

this

town

were

all

in

my

mouth.

On-

ly,

i

don't

know

how

they

got

out,

dear.

Turn

me

back

in-

to

the

pet

that

I

was

when

we

met.

I

was

ha-

pp-

ier

then

with

no

mind-

set.

And

if

you'd

to-

o-

k

to

m-

e

li-

ke

a

gull

takes

to

the

wind.

Well,

I'd

have

ju-

mp-

ed

from

my

tree

and

I'd

have

danced

like

the

king

of

the

eye-

sores,

and

the

rest

of

our

lives

would

have

fared

we-

ll.

New

slang

when

you

no-

tice

the

stripes,

the

dirt

in

your

fries.

Hope

it's

right

when

you

die,

old

and

bo-

ny.

Dawn

breaks

like

a

bull

through

the

hall,

ne-

ver

should

have

called,

but

my

head's

to

the

wall

and

i'm

lon-

ely.

And

if

you'd

to-

o-

k

to

m-

e

li-

ke

a

gull

takes

to

the

wind.

Well,

I'd

have

ju-

mp-

ed

from

my

tree

and

I'd

have

danced

like

the

king

of

the

eye-

sores,

and

the

rest

of

our

lives

would

have

fa-

red

well.

God

speed

all

the

ba-

kers

at

dawn,

may

they

all

cut

their

thumbs,

and

bleed

into

their

buns

'till

they

melt

a-

way.

I'm

loo-

king

i-

n-

on

the

g-

o-

od

life

I

might

be

doomed

ne-

ver

to

find.

With-

out

a

tr-

u-

st

or

flam-

ing

fi-

el-

ds,

am

I

too

dumb

to

re-

fine?

And

if

you'd

to-

o-

k

to

me

li-

ke.

Well

I'd

have

danced

like

the

queen

of

the

eye-

sores

and

the

rest

of

our

lives

would

have

fa-

red

well.