Tires and Mint - Attica! Attica!

BRIGHT, the flash of the knife

Blinding glimmers of light bouncing back off the scalpel

SHRILL, the whine of the drill

The sickening chill of spinning steel 'gainst the nerves

CHOKE, the heat of the smoke

The blood starts to soak the smell of burning molars

PAIN, his words are deranged

«We're gonna try this one without novocaine…»

FANGS, sparsely arranged

I hate to complain but this is kind of strange

DOUBT, just pull the rest out

I think that my mouth would be fine with some dentures

SHIT, aw sonofabitch!

Something is amiss why is the dentist swearing

ATTACK of copper and wax

My gums turning black pull back the molds and you’ll find

Bloody designs my mouth is a fire-bombed skyline

A bony playground geek hiding secrets in my cheeks never smiling

They teased my snaggleteeth

Now this butcher’s carving me like holiday turkey

GRIN, now stick out your chin

We’ll glue porcelain onto those nasty chompers

See you next time and thank you for the potty mouth!

Now I’m kissing asses and eating shit

Have a magazine send out a photographer for my before-and-after pics

STUNNED, I rinse off my gums

The lingering scum tastes like tires and mint

ALIVE, somehow I survived

The dentist’s hi-five and say «Now you’re perfect»