So I hex the world, eat the wrong things round the clock
Cos thats whats gonna make my pocket pop
Come on people, dont ever stop,
Cos when my pocket gets filled, my smile wont drop.

Yeah, holler up, cos this is me,
the unflinching misfit of the medical fraternity.
They call me "Mr.Please", yeah, believe me please,
I extract, fill and drill with amazing ease.
I keep my patients numb, they call me 'Lidocaine'
And live by the rule of - No gain unless they got pain!
Struggled years of sarcastic profs and blood sucking HOD's,
to get outta university with a doctor's degree.
"What doctor, yaar?" people sit and cackle,
"You re a damn dentist, so quit comparing!" they heckle.
So, pop goes the bubble and the 8 years of struggle,
Dreams of skyscrapers, all turned to rubble.

So I hex the world, eat the wrong things round the clock
Cos thats whats gonna make my pocket pop
Come on people, dont ever stop,
Cos when my pocket gets filled, my smile wont drop.

We joined college, thinking "Damn,this is gonna be easy"
A week into it, you roll out queasy,
What was promised as cake, all seems quite fake, your world comes crashing like a killer earthquake.
By then its too late, you move on with it accepting your fate, and before you realise that your life's at stake, the internals come crashing on your head at an alarming rate.
Before you have a breath to catch, and decide on some zzz's to snatch,
The gauntlets thrown down the pitch, the teachers smile cos its practicals *bitch*.
And when you re done with setting your record and crammin through the night, you get called in the next day to get screwed tight.
The hands on pracs and vivas galore, they chew you and spit you, and then stomp on you some more.

So I hex the world, eat the wrong things round the clock
Cos thats whats gonna make my pocket pop
Come on people, dont ever stop,
Cos when my pocket gets filled, my smile wont drop.

Through all this smattering we pass through for years on end, with tons and tons of money spent, when in the end, what remains is a dent, of your brain smattered beyond wits end.
And then you believe that you are a smile creator, only to realise that people consider you the number 1 hater.
The notion is that we stand to gain, by putting people through oodles of pain.
The masses dont realise that they stand to get crushed, cos of the simple reason that they havent brushed.
They think they re completely immune, when cavities strike, that they re still in tune.
They dont come in until the pain strikes like up like a harpoon, or your face swells up like a birthday balloon.
They dont wanna filling, they dont want a knife, they still just want meds to be just fine.
They end up making you tear your hair, whining constantly, and they make you wish you died instantly.
The wisdom they ve earned through generations overstep our textbooks to eternal damnation.
They make us rave out options till we re near psychotic, and they screw us in the end, happy to accept just the antibiotic.
They end up leaving us in utter strain; apparently not relieving their pain and pocket causing us a migraine.
And what if they need a root canal, all hell breaks loose! "How much?" they scream, and look at us as if we were blast ended skrewts,
And God forbid we tell them about a cap after that, they d wanna chop you to bits or crack ur skull with a bat.
Then, there are the smart ones, who wanna whiten and preen, those are the ones who have gunk most foul and unclean.
They open up quite unflinching, unaware of the crap thats internalising.
You see this, and all you wanna do is puke, the money at the end of the tunnel makes you do it, that is your only refuge.
At the end of the day all of your efforts are smoked still, when the smile you created crumbles at the sight of the bill.
They gasp and stare, grind their teeth to a wear.
"Doc, its just not fair, we donot care, you charge us like a bull,when the markets are bare"
"I cant help it my friend,  I got mouths to feed, this is the fee for my deed, not exactly my greed"
Reluctance is writ as they take out their wallet, wishing they d stomp their foot into our gullet.
They walk away, pockets light and smiling fake; they want to be in our shoes for a moment, to legally have our teeth to break.
We smile and wish them good luck, all they wanna tell us is to the places we ought to go off and fuck.

So I hex the world, eat the wrong things round the clock
Cos thats whats gonna make my pocket pop
Come on people, dont ever stop,
Cos when my pocket gets filled, my smile wont drop.

So thats my life, this is why I dont yet have a wife,
My job is full time, the dividends unkind, and I get screwed up most of the time.
All I do is sleep,sadly alone, when most of my friends go and bone,
Wake up and its the same routine, but all that keeps me going is the green.
The Gandhi is what puts the smile on my face, it is my only saving grace.
I live my life with constant fear of being in a patient's hitlist...yes that s me..i m a frickin DENTIST!

So I hex the world, eat the wrong things round the clock
Cos thats whats gonna make my pocket pop
Come on people, dont ever stop,
Cos when my pocket gets filled, my smile wont drop.

WORD! PEACE AND RESPECT!