Steel Teeth (The Metal Jaw) (Gama Bomb)

Of the evening I sup the wine It is made of brains Soon your brains will taste like grapes From the vat of bones I crush your face with my metal jaw Like a coconut stuffed with brains I might tend the shrubs on Sunday But really I'm insane! Steel! Teeth! The metal jaw! Steel! Teeth! Of metal! Steel! Teeth! The metal jaw! Steel! Teeth! Of metal! Badminton with eyeballs soon Snooker with victim's limbs Murdering for sport, sporting for murder Your guts are a trophy, my trophy of guts I'll crush your head in my metal jaw Like the witch in the tower of olde Smoking jackets drenched in gore After your brains I'll swallow your soul! Steel! Teeth! The metal jaw! Steel! Teeth! Of metal! Steel! Teeth! The metal jaw! Steel! Teeth! Of metal!