Take these teeth
All they do is fuc*** cause me grief
They ain’t working for me I can’t even think
When the lights go on
I grip this chair I don’t feel so strong
Anything could happen it could all go wrong
All those wasted nights
All the times when I lost the fights
Are right before my fuc*** eyes in print
The figure on this fuc*** page
Has wiped the smile right off my face
Eight hundred pounds is a lot to pay when you’re skint
Take these teeth
Just for a second I need some fuc*** relief
They’re keeping me awake and I can’t sleep
Can you drain the blood
I’ve swallowed so much I think I want to throw up
Can’t you see that I’ve had enough
Can you drain the blood from my fuc*** mouth
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