:::::::::: Grindstone :::::::::: Tabbed by Jeff Knobbe C If you find yourself standin' F At the end of the line D Looking for a piece of something G Maybe a piece of mind C Got all lost and run down F Nowhere to hold on D Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!" G Get to you one by one F No light ever shines C Dead end tears that dry G Maybe a waste of words in time F C Never a waste of life F G Every hour will be spent F C C/B Am Just fillin' a quota, getting along Am Handcuffs hurt worse G 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 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 in time Never a waste of life Maybe a waste of words in time Never a waste of life