Phish Grind Lyrics

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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


[Thanks to gtrisko_33@hotmail.com for these lyrics]


Written by: Tom Marshall, Trey Anastasio
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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