My Crippled Teeth

A fistful of Vicodin
A mouthful of rum
My crippled teeth, they chatter
My bones begin to burn

A fistful of your blond hair
A mouthful of smug
My crippled teeth, they chatter
There is no better drug

A fistful of some girl's collar
A mouthful of blood
My crippled teeth, they chatter
Oh, brace yourself, hun