Gold Teeth

Written by Douglas Firestein

I’ve been staking out this bar
A place where suckas meet
It makes my job a lot easier
When i can take out two or three

When the slow song starts up
I’ll pull the nearest fire alarm
As you all exit the building
I’ll inflict my brand of bodily harm

I’ll fill balloons with gasoline
Then drop them on your head
Throw a lit matchbook down
And BOOM your ass is dead

People ask “what just happened?”
I’ll shrug and say “beats me”
They won’t identify your body
Cos i’ll pawn your gold teeth

You frequent high school games
I watch from under the bleachers
You think you got things figured out
But i’m about to be your teacher

When the band takes the field
And you go into the men’s room
i’ll be waiting above your stall
About to drop some shit on you

I’ll fill balloons with gasoline
Then drop them on your head
Throw a lit matchbook down
And BOOM your ass is dead

People ask “what just happened?”
I’ll shrug and say “beats me”
They won’t identify your body
Cos i’ll pawn your gold teeth

Whoa, oh oh oh
I made a killin’ off that grill
Whoa, oh oh oh
I know it ain’t right but still
I used the cash to take out your wife
Now she screams my name
Into your afterlife
INTO YOUR AFTERLIFE

I’ll fill balloons with gasoline
Then drop them on your head
Throw a lit matchbook down
And BOOM your ass is dead

People ask “what just happened?”
I’ll shrug and say “beats me”
They won’t identify your body
Cos i’ll pawn your gold teeth

(Pawn, pawn)
(Pawn them gold teeth)
(Pawn, pawn)
(Pawn them gold teeth)
(Pawn, pawn)
(Pawn them gold teeth)