Clap Your Hands Say Yeah The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth
Once the dogs have quit their barking
Son, my neighbour said to me
Know the emptiness of talking blue
The same old sheep
Run, I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore, anymore
But let me tell you I never planned
To let go of the hand that is clinging
By its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth
Far, far away from West Virginia
I have tried on New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the wind
The sun rushes in
A child with a shotgun
Could shoot down all the bees that sting
Oh this boy could use a little sting
Who will get me to a party?
Who do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a little like me
How can I keep me from moving?
Now I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me I won't pretend
To understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves of the ocean
Or how like the hours I change
Softly, slowly, plainly, blindly oh me oh my