Lyrics Grind Yr Teeth - The Weeks

Grind Yr Teeth

Cocaine to thrill ya, women to kill ya, whiskey’s just one more excuse not to
drive
I was pulled like a loose tooth
Bad plans that were foolproof
Can’t blame the devil til after you die
Tiptoe on tight ropes, cling close to high hopes, chivalry move at the mercy
a’wind, he’s a pretty quick thinker, faster drinker, won’t know what hit ya til
the storm comes again
Clap your hands loud, grind your teeth up, show me just what that music means
It’s my life blood, it’s my family, it’s my sweetheart my ev’rything
Keep the girl safer, you’ll thank me later
Keep your eyes glued to the door or the bag
Well he ain’t for prayin', I ain’t complainin'
Some wounds weren’t meant to be covered in rags
Clap your hands loud, grind your teeth up, show me just what that music means
It’s my life blood, it’s my family, it’s my sweetheart, my everything
Cocaine to thrill ya, women to kill ya, whiskey’s just one more excuse not to
drive
I was pulled like a loose tooth
Bad plans that were foolproof
Can’t blame the devil til after you die
But tonight he’s a shitshow screamed out the window ain’t had much sleep since
the world’s been in spin
Drink with the sunset sang til he forgets, band plays that music that’ll crawl
in your skin
Clap your hands loud, grind your teeth up, show me just what that music means
It’s my life blood, it’s my family, it’s my sweetheart my everything
He’s a quick tongue, he’s a lost cause, he’s a shipwreck on foreign seas
Scream his heart out on an open stage, they all said he was somebody
They all said he was somebody
They all said he was somebody
They all said he was somebody