The daughter of a man was a mammal She bore the mark of fire and of flame -- though they’re both the same Born unto the age of the golden That golden age of endless loss and endless gain   tralalala Now because my lips have split all the little children They are hiding front in the middle and in the behind   And because my nose has froze but i can keep on smelling I can smell my little day away i can smell my whole day away   Now because my teeth don’t bite i can take ’em out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show ’em a real good time   A real good time good time a good time A real good time good time a good time A real good time good time a good time A real good time good time a good time . . . (eventually) A real good time! Chord interpretation by ettawhy enjoy! Donations are greatly appreciated: Paypal.me/ettawhy