Uncle Tupelo - Grindstone (1991 Longview Farm Acoustic Demo) (Previously Unreleased)

If you find yourself standing
At the end of your line
Looking for a piece of something
Maybe a piece of mind

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

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
And maybe a waste of words and time
But never a waste of life

Every hour will be spent
Filling a quota, just getting along
Handcuffs hurt worse
When you've done nothing wrong

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

The swinging clockwork of destruction
Hanging low over our heads
Staying in the form of a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walking death

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

© WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP

© GRAIN ELEVATOR MUSIC

© VER MUSIC



More lyrics from album Uncle Tupelo - March 16-29, 1992

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