He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
'Cause he knows there's no such thing
He asks a girl if they can both sit in a chair
But he doesn't get nervous, she's not really there
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
'Cause he knows there's no such thing
Tour the world in a heavy metal band
But they run out of gas, the plane may never land
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
'Cause he knows there's no such thing
What's the sense in ever thinking 'bout the tomb
When you're much too busy returning to the womb?
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
'Cause he knows there's no such thing
