Dead Hands Grind Your Teeth
Well grind your teeth.
Oh and that's what she said to me.
She said, she said your chasing your tail round and round.
You compare yourself to some other clown!
And by god she's right to know I'm wrong and I knew!
I'm dying inside whoa with no place (left) to hide.
And when I got this all figured out.
It starts all over again!
To bite my time.
Is just to keep you at bay.
But you'd never let me stay!
