Quiet Company - Celebrity Teeth Poacher lyrics

It's the only thing that matters anymore Find a mark and sell yourself into the score You've got to make a blue sky from a black night If your tongue is silver, gold is what it's worth If your tacks are bra**, you're salt of all the earth And you're gonna be alright, you're gonna be just fine But I feel it creeping up my spine. If you're lonely, it's no wonder what to do Because everyone you meet, they're just as lonely too You've got to stick a hand out