Baby Teeth
They don't tell you that selling out
Is more innocent than unemployment
And they don't tell you that getting soft just means
Living like you want to live
When you do not have to give a shit
Living like you want to live
Without the self analysis
Or the spiritual paralysis
Of microscopic memories
Dissected into centuries
From the dentures to the baby teeth
The pictures are framed so perfectly
But they don't call it paying dues
When you're in there washing their dishes
They only call it paying dues
When their hands are holding tickets
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh oh
It's easy enough to know
Just what is and is not a show
Is there anything here for sale?
Ah forget it--let's just go
Far to some twisted paradise
Where even vegans ruin environments
And garbage is inspiring
Where common people have no common sense
And every landlord is raising rent
The drugs are strangely sobering
There ain't no pushers using shit
Now the news has no real news in it
And then something soon has got to give
And Baltimore was razed to live
Like a forest after a fire is
Saplings nursing from their Mothers' ashes
If Freddie's dead
If Freddie's dead
If Fred is dead
You better pass the matches
Ohhh oh oh ohh
Whoa oh oh oh ohh
Whoa ohh ohh
Whoa ohhh
Whoa ohhh
Fred is dead
If Fred is dead
Pass the matches
Pass the matches
Is more innocent than unemployment
And they don't tell you that getting soft just means
Living like you want to live
When you do not have to give a shit
Living like you want to live
Without the self analysis
Or the spiritual paralysis
Of microscopic memories
Dissected into centuries
From the dentures to the baby teeth
The pictures are framed so perfectly
But they don't call it paying dues
When you're in there washing their dishes
They only call it paying dues
When their hands are holding tickets
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh oh
It's easy enough to know
Just what is and is not a show
Is there anything here for sale?
Ah forget it--let's just go
Far to some twisted paradise
Where even vegans ruin environments
And garbage is inspiring
Where common people have no common sense
And every landlord is raising rent
The drugs are strangely sobering
There ain't no pushers using shit
Now the news has no real news in it
And then something soon has got to give
And Baltimore was razed to live
Like a forest after a fire is
Saplings nursing from their Mothers' ashes
If Freddie's dead
If Freddie's dead
If Fred is dead
You better pass the matches
Ohhh oh oh ohh
Whoa oh oh oh ohh
Whoa ohh ohh
Whoa ohhh
Whoa ohhh
Fred is dead
If Fred is dead
Pass the matches
Pass the matches
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Writer(s): Cameron Smith
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