Grind

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