Garden of Burning Apparitions

Murmuring Foul Spring

Non-Atomism

Hiss

Grieve

A paean to famous author and dental revolutionary, Dr. Crick.

— LYRICS —

Francine had a toothache
A nagging, throbbing sore
Tormenting her for weeks
Francine had a toothache
With the unrelenting pain
She couldn’t get a good night’s sleep

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Can I please
Can I please
Can I please just get an appointment?!
I can’t get an appointment!

Out of options and out of hope
Francine turned to Dr. Crick
A half of whisky and rusty pliers
Will surely do the trick!

Wait and see
Just you see
Wait and see
You won’t need an appointment

“I’m going to let you into a secret.
Here’s all you need to do…
That’s right.
Every. Single. One.”

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

Pull them out
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All I need
All I need
All I need
Is soup and a straw!



Murmuring Foul Spring

Full Of Hell