Sangtekst: Four Fingers. Good Luck With The Surgery. Wisdom Teeth.

How can four teeth, cause so much damage,
to my perfect mouth, years of braces.
So much money, for oral surgery,
I think I might, cut them out myself.
Infection rising, gums reddening,
I?ve lost five pounds, eating hurts too much.
Razor blades slashing, pliers prying,
Blood pooling in my throat, I hope I choke.

Never in my life have I felt such pain
Other than that time my heart was mending
Take some pills, numb it all
Have a nice summer, see you this fall.