Dental Songtext
von Windowsill

Oh my, oh word
Space first, trust third
My god, leave her
Place one, hand on
Your back, and pat

Must you be all "obey rules"
Makes you out a two-bit tool
Teach me when to draw the line
Until then we′ll be just fine


I'm totally rough nut
Maybe I′ve got friends in a
Nother place yeah well
He doesn't play
The same s-things that I play

Then I take a big
green hammer to the
forehead
What a wallop, I can gallop
I've got legs, I′m made of teeth

What a relief