All Teeth
It’s a wicked life
Isn’t it?
That’s how you really feel
Isn’t it?
You’d like a different life?
Wouldn’t you?
Everything in place
It’s a wicked life
Isn’t it
Filled with good and bad
Hats in hand
I don’t blame you, William
Flesh and bone
Just like everyone
How could you have known?
Just like everyone

It’s wicked life
Isn’t it?
But the scales were tipped long before you
Shoulders weren’t meant to hold
Shoulders weren’t meant to hold
You were made to be crushed
Made to believe in love
You were built to break

An army of imperfect animals
All teeth, no hope