When you make your concentration face my insides turn around If the room was black I wouldn't mind The sight of your one good eye is Lying through yer teeth your wooden teeth I wouldn't want to be the hand that feeds your frail skull The reason when your jaws are grinding grinding grinding I'm praying for the dog that has to wait for you to feed it I know the man that made wine if I were you I wouldn't Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me The boy with the bad teeth is boasting again It's not you who's talking You got a hole in the back of your neck she stands behind you With her fingers inside working your jaw You can't see her mouth moving but you Can hear the grinding grinding grinding Don't wish out loud don't wish too hard With your friends around you should keep it in the bathroom Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me