Lyrics Clap Your Hands Say Yeah – The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once — The dogs have quit their barking
«Son,» — my neighbor said to me.
«Know the emptiness of talking blue
the same old sheep.»

But let me tell you I have never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth

Far — Far away from West Virginia
I — Will try on New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the
Wind the sun rushes in and a child
With a shotgun can shoot down
Honeybees that sting
BUT 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 bit 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 out in the ocean or how
Like the hours I change softly slowly
Plainly blindly oh me oh my!