2009-07-20
I Promise This Won't Hurt
Take these teeth All they do is f**king 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 f**king eyes in print The figure on this f**king page Has wiped the smile right off my face Eight hundred pounds is a lot to pay when you're skin Take these teeth Just for a second I need some f**king 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 f**king mouth