| BRIGHT, the flash of the knife
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| Blinding glimmers of light bouncing back off the scalpel
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| SHRILL, the whine of the drill
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| The sickening chill of spinning steel 'gainst the nerves
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| CHOKE, the heat of the smoke
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| The blood starts to soak the smell of burning molars
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| PAIN, his words are deranged
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| «We're gonna try this one without novocaine…»
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| FANGS, sparsely arranged
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| I hate to complain but this is kind of strange
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| DOUBT, just pull the rest out
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| I think that my mouth would be fine with some dentures
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| SHIT, aw sonofabitch!
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| Something is amiss why is the dentist swearing
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| ATTACK of copper and wax
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| My gums turning black pull back the molds and you’ll find
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| Bloody designs my mouth is a fire-bombed skyline
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| A bony playground geek hiding secrets in my cheeks never smiling
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| They teased my snaggleteeth
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| Now this butcher’s carving me like holiday turkey
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| GRIN, now stick out your chin
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| We’ll glue porcelain onto those nasty chompers
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| See you next time and thank you for the potty mouth!
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| Now I’m kissing asses and eating shit
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| Have a magazine send out a photographer for my before-and-after pics
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| STUNNED, I rinse off my gums
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| The lingering scum tastes like tires and mint
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| ALIVE, somehow I survived
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| The dentist’s hi-five and say «Now you’re perfect» |