Compact bodies, laid out on cots and floor mats Rise painfully out of naptime coma from spiked Snack Packs Blood-curdling screams engulf the facility "I want my mommy! Where's my binky?!"
Mary had a class of darling, little lambs The most precious group of angels They say, "You only hurt the ones you love" And these kids got straight fucking mangled.
Her teeth were rotten from years of crystal meth addiction, So she put herself on a not-so-gentle dental mission.
The storybooks and fables finally cracked Miss Mary Mentally transforming her into the tooth fairy
Equipped with crates of 101 proof homemade whiskey Mary snuck into the daycare before dawn one morning The fridge presented a plentiful plethora of pudding So she peeled back the seals and started pouring The hours leading to the feeding began fleeting Anticipation growing for inebriation and unconscious snoring
At snack time they slurped and slurped away Pounding pudding cups like Jell-O shots They staggered, stumbled, swaggered and swayed Shit-house drunk, passed out on Teletubby cots
And so they sleep; 2.3 B.A.C. And so she creeps, pliers pulling baby teeth
And so she flees, to turn trashed tikes' teeth into jewelry And so she'll reap profits of daycare dentistry
Trails of bracelets constructed of incisors and bicuspids Led investigators to the basement of the culprit Jars of molars from the jaws of Pre-K scholars Lined the walls of her dank, dark, mildewed cellar And now Miss Mary the Meth-Mouthed Tooth Fairy Will spend the rest of her life lusting for teeth behind barsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
