New Slang (The Shins)

Am C Gold teeth and a curse for this town F Were all in my mouth C Am G Only I don't know how they got out, dear Am C Turn me back into the pet F I was when we met C Am G I was happier then with no mind set G C And if you'd a took to me like F G A gull takes to the wind C Well, I'd a jumped from my tree F C And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores F G And the rest of our lives would'a fared well Am C New slang when you notice the stripes F The dirt in your fries C Hope it's right when you die Am G Old and bony Am C Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall F Never should'a called C But my heads to the wall Am G And I'm lonely Am C God speed all the baker's at dawn F May they all cut their thumbs C And bleed into their buns Am G 'Till they melt away G C I'm looking in on the good life F G I might be doomed never to find C Without a trust or flaming fields F G Am I too dumb to refine? C And if you'd a took to me like F C Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores F G And the rest of our lives would'a fared well