New Slang - Luke Sital-Singh

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 'a jumped from my tree

and i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores

and the rest of our lives would 'a 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 of called

but my heads to the wall and i’m lonely

and if you’d 'a took to me like

a gull takes to the wind

well, i’d 'a jumped from my tree

and i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores

and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

god speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,

and bleed into the buns 'till 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 too refine?

and if you’d 'a took to me like

well i’d a danced like the queen of the eyesores

and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well