clowns told me I would be back,
Begging in pain,
They always tend to hired pretty clowns to run the phones,
To clean those teeth,
And I was an untouchable,
Beneath them,
Stained by this sugar cultures ways,
Bought back by capital,
By polish and diamond drills,
Resins and gold crowns,
Pretty clowns to mislead u,
To never look at why they drill,
What eats a cavity in the western soul,
Phytic acid stagger,
The pain God really only laughs at u through,
Tests your faith that u can heal,
But u can heal pretty clown!
The obsidian canyon or the ivory barnacle,
Sharp smiles other can\'t see,
And I won\'t be back because
Unkle Harry\'s secret has got my back,
Pretty clown We won\'t forgot,
That is why they are pretty clowns,
not to be taken seriously, only laughed at...