Customers of the evil dentist

A dentist of all people
A carer so to say
By being his customers
The profit he does pay
These rotters out in Africa
With all the vile dark games
To lure wild lions
From protection
So no matter what he claims

To go to him is to support him
Support His visions for
Africa and elsewhere
All the blood and snot and gore
Dead animals heads on dusty walls
For thats the thrill he gets
Honest thinking about him
Brings me out in sweats

Putting his hands in your mouths
His breath on your face
This a man who spends your money
Joining in the chase
Of a wounded collared black maned lion
40 hours of pain
He didn’t get injections
He didn’t get cocaine
All he got was a crossbow bolt
And the suffering and the pain
All he got was the dentists ugly face
Driving him insane