Grind Yr Teeth Lyrics - The Weeks

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 died 

Tiptoe on tight ropes, cling close to high hopes, chivalry move at the mercy a'wind, she's a pretty quick thinker, faster drinker, won't know what hit ya til the storm comes again 

Clap yr hands loud, grind yr teeth up, show me just what that music means 

It's my life blood, it's my family, it's my sweetheart my everything 

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 moods were meant to be covered in lags 

Clap yr hands loud, grind yr 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 died 

At night he's a shitshow screamed out the window ain't had much sleep since the world's been in spin 

Drink with the sunset sank til you forgive, band plays that music that'll crawl in your skin 

Clap yr hands loud, grind yr teeth up, show me just what that music means 

It's my life blood, it's my family, it's my sweetheart my everything