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 solder
My childhood passed through me
Smooth like the throat meeting water
A dentist sighs and says son, we're gonna 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’ve 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 thirty two
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
Its dot, dot, dot, dot
I know I lose track of you sometimes
I lose track of myself sometimes
I lose track of my grammar sometimes
Its dot, dot, dot
You know I try things six times
One's for every shot
How many triggers we got left in this 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!
And I'd take this 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 this fountain
You're liable to drown
And I might ask this once or twice
This is all ringing, cause you know
You shouldn't, you couldn't
And so my ears start to bleed...
(Oh... 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 speaker box
Human connection of disconnection
Why exist?
Why take the risk?
Another day brings you closer to your last hour