Letra de Keep Your Teeth

Boy you held your head a bit too high, and what'd you get?
Cut off at the neck, and what'd you get?
Cut off at the neck
Boy you held your head a bit too high and what'd you get, cut off at the neck, and there is a line of angels eight miles high just waiting to shit down it
I was told (the doctor said), Dry out fast or drown slow
I said, I know, I know, you should call a priest, I do believe I'm about through breathing
I've turned on everyone I've loved and everything I knew
I've done turned blue
I lost my faith a bottle deep on Bowery and Broom
So sleep, sister sleep, and dream, me broken at your feet
So sleep, sister sleep, and dream, me broken at your feet
Sleep sister, sleep
I've turned on everyone I've loved and everything I knew
I've done turned blue
I lost my faith a bottle deep on Bowery and Broom, now let me be weak, now let us sleep