Like O, Like H

When I was eight
I was sure I was growing nerves
Like steel in my palm
Make a map of what you see
Direct pain effectively
I was eight
I was sure I was growing pains
Like lead in my feet

SOS to my mother
Take the hinges off the door

Oh, sugar spell it out like
Oh
Like O, like H
In your gut

Then I was four plus a ten
I was swinging fists
Like nails in a board
Pull your hands inside of you

Six years 'til I'll be through
I was four plus a ten
I was swinging back
Like a race to be sure