Slingshot

Written by Douglas Firestein

I saw him on the cover
Of that ladies magazine
Smiling like his life was great
Until he had to deal with me

He put up a good front
It was a nice, toothy smile
But he’s just run out of luck
Won’t be posing for a while

Using my rusted hunting knife
Gonna cut them hanging balls down
Place them in my slingshot
So I can shoot them in his mouth

He isn’t gonna need teeth
When they pronounce him dead
The dentist wont ID the body
They went out the back of his head

(Out out, Out the head)
I said, i said
(Out out, Out the head)
Oh I said
(Out out, Out the head)
Shoot them teeth outside his head

I heard he made the paper
Front page for the town to see
They talked about his life
It was a touching obituary

Some say it was all a stunt
His biggest fan was in denial
So I’m taking out his father too
Sucka-massacre style

Using my rusted hunting knife
Gonna cut them hanging balls down
Place them in my slingshot
So I can shoot them in his mouth

He isn’t gonna need teeth
When they pronounce him dead
The dentist wont ID the body
They went out the back of his head

(Out out, Out the head)
I said, i said
(Out out, Out the head)
Oh I said
(Out out, Out the head)
Shoot them teeth outside his head

I still remember the way
They screamed and cried
On the days when I feel down
I think of it sometimes…..
ALL BETTER!

Using my rusted hunting knife
Gonna cut them hanging balls down
Place them in my slingshot
So I can shoot them in his mouth

He isn’t gonna need teeth
When they pronounce him dead
The dentist wont ID the body
They went out the back of his head

(Out out, Out the head)
I said, i said
(Out out, Out the head)
Oh I said
(Out out, Out the head)
Shoot them teeth outside his head