So what's it to you?
You're down another 8 ball
And haven't even got the cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to what you resort to
Singing "Charles, we ain't gonna hurt you"
When there's fu*k-all-else to do
You could eat the foam from the headrest
You could knock the wind out of my breath
You could kick the teeth into my head
There's no cause for concern
So what's it to you?
You're down another 8 ball
And haven't even got the cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to what you resort to
Singing "Charles, we ain't gonna hurt you"
When there's fu*k-all-else to do
You could eat the foam from the headrest
You could knock the wind out of my breath
And you could kick the teeth into my head
Still, there's no cause for concern
[Instrumental]
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
Cuz when there's fu*k-all-else to do
We could eat the foam from the headrest
You could su*k the wind out of my breath
And you could kiss the teeth into my head
Still, there's no cause for concern
I said there's no cause for concern