Torture Chairs

Sitting in the brick and mortar Waiting for the torture chair Scoping out the clients The enemies are everywhere Man, I really, really, hate these trips Flicks of the wrist make me lose my grip So, twenty minutes after the appointed time They take me to a room to be primed Next room sounds like a fucking construction site I lay my head down thinking, man, oh f*ck my life Open wide please, let's see them pearly whites I'll just grab my drill and my various torture devices And I say Please, please, please, can I stay home I really, really, really, don't want to go Every few months when I get that call I think to myself, prepare for assault Umm, we're super super sorry Sir But we think you got a cavity It's due to your sucrose depravity Have you been flossing every night Do you brush twice a day Don't you know this might cause gingivitis And tooth decay Yes, I've been following all orders No matter what I do, I hear you're going to be tortured That's all I hear when your words enter my brain I cannot contain the pain that I feel I think I'm at my limit, I cannot grin an bear it But I still set up an appointment to open wide And have them repair it And I say Please, please, please, can't I stay home I really, really, really, really don't want to go Every few months when I get that call I think to myself prepare for assault