From the album ‘Stop This!‘ (1996).
Lyrics
Face to face with your skin
Honey paint the shadows in
Spread your scarlets, test your grin
But we will mend
Chandeliers fade to black
The dresser helps zip up your back
Our mouths are dry, our jaws are slack
But we will mend
See the show honey stole
See sugar in the starring role
Riddling our teeth with holes
But we will mend tooth and claw
Cain and Abel and all
There are seventeen audiences in W1
Filing out of theatres into the sun
Whistling the obvious hits
From your comeback
And you’re starring on Shaftesbury Avenue
In an Andrew Lloyd Webber light operetta
But if you’re anaesthetic I’m insomniac
There’s some great entertainment lined up for me on BBC1
But leave me alone with my cavities and my diseases of the gum
There’s some great entertainment lined up for me on BBC1
But I’ll get my fun like the Underground Man until the dentist’s work is done
But I’ll get my fun like the Underground Man until the dentist’s work is done
Red in tooth, red in claw
Sweetmeats for the men of straw
You love your work, we work your jaws
We who mend
Lost your tongue? We’ll be back
When the chandeliers go cool and black
With little gold words and a painless jag
We who mend tooth and claw
Eve and Adam and…
Red and plush your sweet heart
Dark and hused your sweet heart
Sweet teeth lust for sweet hearts, sweet hearts, sweet hearts
Confectioner, confectioner we took you in
Confectioner, confectioner we took you in
Confectioner, confectioner
There’s some great entertainment lined up for you on BBC1
But leave me alone with my cavities and my diseases of the gum
There’s some great entertainment lined up for you on BBC1
But I’ll get my kicks like the Underground Man until the dentist’s work is done
But I’ll get my kicks like the Underground Man until the dentist’s work is done
But I’ll get my kicks like the Underground Man until the dentist’s work is done
There’s a full moon over Shepherd’s Bush
As the engineer prepares to push
The button that rolls the tape that brings you back
And in a couple of million dimly lit rooms
They’ll goggle to where the camera zooms
But if you’re anaesthetic, I’m insomniac
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