Teeth What, no, not another set of teeth to worry and bite and stop all sleep. What, no, not another set of teeth Will the sadness book never be complete. We sit in pubs and talk of times of groups we knew and all the signs of war and money, oppression and more. What, no, not another set of teeth each crisis bites, but not so deep. What, no, not another set of teeth And through the shadows we always creep. we say hello to what we want and stop all sores and irritants nice clear skin and perfect teeth What, no, not another set of teeth to worry and bite and stop all sleep What, no, not another set of teeth this sadness will never be complete. We sit in pubs and talk of times of groups we knew and all the signs of war and money, oppression and more.