Your teeth are a rare invention
They sit so proudly in every gallery
Every corner I turn I'm in your jaws
You put everything into your performance
Every hoop and trick pushing me under
And you're crushed when I can't move my hands to join
In the applause
You say it's my job to wrangle you
That I'm so good for being so predictable
Nothing has surprised you yet
And I won't dare touch a whip
For fear of my own violence
But believe me, you haven't seen how deadly
My arm can get (but you will)
This is not a speedbump
This is not a monologue to get cast
In your production
Sure I can sit beside the king
Eat his share at the table
But I can't help seeing how we're dead set
On corruption
I don't want you to be mad
I don't want you to be mad
I don't want you to be mad at me
Well guess what pal
You can't throw salt in my eyes
Then say I can't see the forest
For the f*cking trees
From the day we first started, it's falling apart
So run back to your kingdom
Tell your friends the version that paints you
As a martyr. Get slack
And when I come crawling round
Clutching the gaping hole in my neck
You're gonna feel a pinch
When I bite back