March 16-20 1992

Uncle Tupelo March 16-20 1992專輯

3.Grindstone

作詞:Jay Stuart Farrar

If you find yourself standin'
At the end of your line
Lookin' for a piece of somethin'
Maybe a piece of mind

Fed up, lost and run down
Nowhere to hold on
Tired of 'Take your place at the end, son'
We'll get to you one by one

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

Every hour will be spent
Fillin' a quota, just gettin' along
Handcuffs hurt worse
When you've done nothin' wrong

No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below

The clockwork of destruction
Hangin' low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walkin' death

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below

The clockwork of destruction
Hangin' close over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walkin' death

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life