The Octopus Project - Sharpteeth lyrics

Kids with sharp teeth know a thing or two About the things they'd rather do And when the beast gets a runnin' 'round When they knock it to the cold dead ground Birds with sharp beaks with an alibi Tell you how to find the cold blue sky And when then we sing for the photograph When we hold alive the things are past Always, always arriving, oh, to mashing, to following past Always, always arising, never endless hard piece of the last