Baby Teeth

Got a friend out in Los Angeles Smoke breaks out in the car I used to think that I could live there and be the next big fucking star But when I smoke, I don't get paranoid I go Full Metal Jacket When I die, I know I won't freak out until I'm in the casket I want my baby teeth back Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack I wanna know what it's like Pull out my front one on my own time Can I tell you a secret? Don't know what the hell I'm thinking All of my tight-lipped opinions happened while I was asleep And when you ask me to defuse the bomb I'll tell you I deployed it It's so hard to keep a family I guess I'll just destroy it I want my baby teeth back Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack I wanna know what it's like Pull out my front one on my own time And come to find I'm the one cog in the machine that won't grind But if the machine is fine Can't help but take it as some kind of sign I want my baby teeth back I want my baby teeth back (C'mon) I want my baby teeth back Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack I wanna know what it's like Pull out my front one on my own time When I die, I know I won't freak out When I die, I know I won't freak out When I die, I know I won't freak out When I die, I know I won't freak out When I die, I know I won't freak out When I die, I won't freak out