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