Benzocaine

Oh Benzocaine I think it's a crime That when you look in your baby's eyes You won't see mine You won't see mine The memories will stay The brain will start to fade Boredom creeps in jade With God on Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Chalk white, gobshite Bleeding gums I thought the Benzocaine was supposed to numb Supposed to numb Supposed to numb Supposed to numb Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine Oh Benzocaine