All those teeth were sharpening
While I was making plans
Jaw muscles tightening
And rip-sawing my hands
Teeth
Teeth
I think I lost my way
I think I lost my crown
Stinging bees are seeking
Refuge in my mouth
Teeth
Teeth
I used to have a bed
I guess that I still do
But every morning when I wake
Those teeth have chewed me through
Teeth
Teeth