Mouthful - Themselves

Adam/Jeff and I go mad to California

Penny hunt the first six months

Wash, there we stand

Three key apartment hemorrhaging in hand

They were

Teeth clamped

To face first

You fell into the door

They took the doorknob

Out, they all feel falling

Shattered, fish bowl

Rocks out into your mouth

Your eyes were huge

Taking an airplane home from work

We imagined the man hour earth strapped

In, in scaffold like skeleton, in numb

Knowingness throw that blurs birthdays and background

Vocals and mean

It’s all a blur waiting for the one on relax

Rockstar, rockstar

(What else is there?)

We’ve been in order through teeth jars and beard fire

Smashing out, out our teeth

Lest anchorman lip sync

Blaring their teeth

As soon as nature takes your teeth down to one sheet

No music plays in hospitals

The sun hit me like black

And my wallet sat

There with a knife and a fork and a napkin 'round its neck

That was my 2/24/2001

And i don’t think i like my landlord well at all

His crown and hair-filled ear

Ooh that’s a dirty rat

See, in the post-pension race

Your gift wrist-watch sets the pace

A half-a-handcuff clock in your junk drawer box

They’re items for your time capsule coughing

To stack atop your peers

All that money made is gone

Don’t think it’s real, it’s never there

You got a three-piece?

(Mmm, quit that shi…)

You got a whip?

(Nah, quit that shi…)

You got a home?

Not if we quit that shit

We’re new to this burnt star

On a door to a floor in space

Or should we give it up for

Death insurance, work friends, and a smile that’s fake?

M-O-N-E-Y is riding on me but this day’s

A poem made of glass and some must break

You want to feel the other

So Wednesday’s empty pocket keeps us in a forty-hour check

Linked to a chain gang, grinning (cha-ching!)

When people aren’t happy, they want change

Somebody might notice us up here

Somebody might notice us up here