Odes to Joy

Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 93 · middle

Mouth Like a Fur Boot

VOLUME IV — the HUNGOVER morning after. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Mouth Like a Fur Boot". Its true history: Ireland — the dry, coated, carpeted tongue; deadpan. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
It is 8 in the morning.
I am currently upholstering my teeth.

[Verse 1]
The sun is an absolute menace today
I blink and my eyelids are heavy with clay
But the primary crisis is south of the nose
Where a very particular emptiness grows
Swallowing is just a theory right now
I’m producing less spit than a porcelain cow
There is a thick pelt growing right on my tongue
A vintage garment heavily wrung

[Chorus]
I've got a mouth like a fur boot
Straight from the Irish drinking root
Thick as the wool on a Galway sheep
Woven in secret while I was asleep
It’s a textile factory in my jaw
The driest texture the island saw
Mouth like a fur boot, walking on plush
Don't ask me to speak, everything is hush

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk etymology for a beat
To wear the boot is a biological feat
In the damp green hills of the Emerald Isle
They learned to suffer with deadpan style
It’s not just a coating, it’s winter gear
Spun from the ghosts of yesterday's beer
I could knit a sweater from what’s on my gums

This is the carpet when the morning comes

[Chorus]
I've got a mouth like a fur boot
Straight from the Irish drinking root
Thick as the wool on a Galway sheep
Woven in secret while I was asleep
It’s a textile factory in my jaw
The driest texture the island saw
Mouth like a fur boot, walking on plush
Don't ask me to speak, everything is hush

[Bridge]
I am taking a stroll in a suede-lined room
Every consonant gets caught in the loom
If I find a glass of tap water soon
I will guard it like a precious stone
Yes, I know that doesn't rhyme.
I am too dehydrated to care.

[Outro]

Just point me to the sink.
I need to soak the footwear.
Mouth like a fur boot.
Honestly it’s more of a winter moccasin at this stage.
Leave the cold tap running.
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