Where be my cigarette?
I will forget
Look inside the drawer
In the very back
There might be more
Not a metaphor
I pick up the pack and look beneath
To my amazement I find
A ziplock bag of teeth
Don’t question my mind
We all lean lame
Written in marker
On the bag
The name Layne
The name Layne
The name Layne...
I have the teeth of Layne in a bag...
My old roommate had left them
When he moved back
To Bremerton
He had got them Andy
Neither one
Were seen again
But now the teeth are all mine
The teeth I will keep
The bag will remind
Everyone I meet
That dope will fucking kill you
Dope will fucking Kill you
You’ll loose your teeth
And your cat will eat you...