Baby Teeth
Here's his secret
Something big, something bad
The invisible steel-toed boot
Heavy foot crushing your neck
Keeping you quiet
Maintaining you under clouds and rain
Low sun-ray exposure in the garden
Makes you fit for a holy...
He'll put paint to canvas
Order your Picasso hit
His book and holy truths
Beat the registered offenders' lists
Pools of the sewn seed
Genesis in slow intervals
Sticky pages in nineteen
Prime smut for pillar salting, yeah...
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
His children celebrate
Mix his blood with lemonade
Gave out gallon-pitchers free
Twenty-five cents to club up the body
We could all hold hands
We could all dance
We could raise the dead
We could do it all over again
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
Something big, something bad
The invisible steel-toed boot
Heavy foot crushing your neck
Keeping you quiet
Maintaining you under clouds and rain
Low sun-ray exposure in the garden
Makes you fit for a holy...
He'll put paint to canvas
Order your Picasso hit
His book and holy truths
Beat the registered offenders' lists
Pools of the sewn seed
Genesis in slow intervals
Sticky pages in nineteen
Prime smut for pillar salting, yeah...
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
His children celebrate
Mix his blood with lemonade
Gave out gallon-pitchers free
Twenty-five cents to club up the body
We could all hold hands
We could all dance
We could raise the dead
We could do it all over again
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
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Writer(s): Samual Glass
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