The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Once the dogs had quit their barking

Son, my neighbor said to me

Know the emptiness of talking blue

The same old sheep

Run, I’ll do no more this walking

Haunted by a past I just can’t see anymore, anymore

Well, let me tell you

I never meant to let go of the hand

That’s been clinging by its thick country skin

To my yellow country teeth

To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away from West Virginia

I’ll, I’ll try New York City

Explaining that the sky holds the wind, the sun rushes in

A child with a shotgun can shoot down honeybees that sting

Oh, this boy could use a little sting!

Alright

Who will get me to a party?

Who do I have yet to meet?

You, you look a bit like coffee and you taste a little of me

How can I keep me from moving?

Now I need a change of scenery

Just listen to me

I won’t pretend to understand

The movement of the wind or the waves in the ocean

Or like the hours, I change softly

Slowly, plainly, blindly, oh me

Oh my