Testo di 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