New Slang

New Slang - Luke Sital-Singh

Lyrics by：James Mercer

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 mind-set

And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull

Takes to the wind

Well I'd jumped from my tree

And I'd danced like the king of the eyesores

The rest of our lives would 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

I should have called

But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely

And if you'd took to me like a gull

Takes to the wind

Well I'd jumped from my tree

And I'd danced like the king of the eyesores

Rest of our lives would fared well

God speed 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 or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine

And if you'd took to me like

I'd danced like the queen of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would fared well