Toothache in Prison Songtext
von Irk

A sweet ditty, goes ba-dum ba-dum-pum
Childhood sweetheart opines, "You get the service that you pay for."
A free Parker pen just for enquiring, and a fistful and a half of something toothsome

This is perfect death

This is just bad art


The mechanism stays the same, and it never changes
The police are a terrorist organisation

Help me have my perfect death and then help me to die
I have looked past this life and there′s just bad art

I don't know how I could raise this in a way where it could make a difference
I have not been fully trained or given any of the right equipment
I am worried by the growing familiarity of the taste of out of date Germolene
It′s getting harder to stay a recovering alcoholic
And I've just ran fresh out of Horlicks