Grind

Grind, grind, grind, grind

Grind, grind, grindI can bend in sixty-eight ways

I have lived for twelve thousand days

Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head

Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're deadI can bend in sixty-eight ways

And I have lived for twelve thousand days

Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head

Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're deadGrind, grind, grind

Grind, grind, grind