If I grind my teeth 'til there's nothing left
Would you still feed me?
If I tell you that I'm trying my best
Don't believe me
Can we be honest?
You're just wasting your time
There's somewhere that you'd rather be
Dream of silver spoons
And pointless conversations
I promise you'll be fine
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
He's on a brand new diet
I'm not in the mood to try it
She swears she's still excited
I think they might be lying
Hey buddy easy does it
Watch where you point that thing
Got all bent out of shape
I swear I heard somebody say
"Dream of better days
And call me when you're sorry
I'm sure you'll be alright"
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
Thommy's Party - Toothache Lyrics
Thommy's Party - Toothache Lyrics
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English
If I grind my teeth 'til there's nothing left
Would you still feed me?
If I tell you that I'm trying my best
Don't believe me
Can we be honest?
You're just wasting your time
There's somewhere that you'd rather be
Dream of silver spoons
And pointless conversations
I promise you'll be fine
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
He's on a brand new diet
I'm not in the mood to try it
She swears she's still excited
I think they might be lying
Hey buddy easy does it
Watch where you point that thing
Got all bent out of shape
I swear I heard somebody say
"Dream of better days
And call me when you're sorry
I'm sure you'll be alright"
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
Would you still feed me?
If I tell you that I'm trying my best
Don't believe me
Can we be honest?
You're just wasting your time
There's somewhere that you'd rather be
Dream of silver spoons
And pointless conversations
I promise you'll be fine
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
He's on a brand new diet
I'm not in the mood to try it
She swears she's still excited
I think they might be lying
Hey buddy easy does it
Watch where you point that thing
Got all bent out of shape
I swear I heard somebody say
"Dream of better days
And call me when you're sorry
I'm sure you'll be alright"
You can call me son of a gun
If it'll do something for ya
You'd love to put me in my place
We used to break our fingers for fun
I'll give you the skin right off my back
Just don't let it go to waste
Writer: Thomas Bateman
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