Grind Songtext / Lyric

Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind I can bend in sixty-eight ways
I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind