It's Like Pulling Teeth

It is a shame that none of these are loose
And I've much to say about growing pains
I need to move, I need to pull a tooth

All sorted out, I need the 32
But that lengthens the tasks, creates a chain
For this manner of work is very crude

Perhaps a wrench, maybe a hammer, too
I can't stay here forever, not again
I need to move, I need to pull a tooth

I will get to work, I have much to do
But it's easy to go against the grain
For this manner of work is very crude

I'll lie here all day, I only speak true
Though I will do anything than go train
I need to move, I need to pull a tooth

I dread the day my last tooth has gone loose
But still, with my one hurra, I will say
I need to move, I need to pull a tooth
For this manner of work is very crude