Fill the shovel with dirt. Shove it in once again.
One for mom, one for dad, I’m ready to be filled.
A shovel full is what I need. Shove it in once again
Always a stone’s throw away from a huge mistake.
These teeth have been grinding stones before.
These teeth, they are used to it.
Grinding down giant rocks, there seems to be no end.
Swallowing down tons of stones. I think I’ve found a way.
Roll me to the water, a gigantic dark black sea.
Push me into the water, push me into the sea.
So now I’m thinking as I’m sinking;
why did I get involved?
But I know it all too well I have to let it go.
These teeth have been grinding stones before.
They now it all.
Throw me to the rattlesnakes