New Slang - Live From The Lot

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 mindset
 And if you took to me like
 A gull takes to the wind
 Well I'd've jumped from my trees
 And I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores
 And the rest of our lives would've 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 have called
 But my head's to the wall
 And I'm lonely
 And if you took to me
 Like a gull takes to the wind
 Well I'd've jumped from my trees
 And I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores
 And the rest of our lives would've fared well
 Godspeed all the bakers at dawn
 May they all cut their thumbs
 And bleed into their buns
 'Til they melt away
 I'm looking in on the good life
 I might be doomed never to find
 Without a trust, a flaming field
 Am I too dumb to refine?
 And if you took to me like
 Well, I'd've danced like the queen of the eyesores
 And the rest of our lives would've fared well