[rev. May 29, 2010]
Different lyrics are marked in red.
Album Version |
Demo Version |
The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you've been drinking
Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars
And everybody knows how you've been syncing |
The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you've been drinking
Graceful night flecked with a nightgown of stars
And everybody knows what you've been thinking |
Long distance century buzzes and fades
I wonder why you've not resigned
Previews, processions and parades
You've got to grind, grind it out
You've got to grind, grind it out |
Long distance century buzzes and fades
An automatic charge on your mind
Previews processions and parades
We've got to grind, grind it out |
Line up the arrows, push off the top
This can cause sustain forever
And once it's started up, it cannot be stopped
At least it's holding us together |
Line up the arrows, push off the top
This can cause sustain forever
And once it's started up, it cannot be stopped
But it's holding us together |
Long distance century buzzes and fades
An automatic charge on your mind
The glittering minutes, jangled decades
We've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out |
Long distance century buzzes and fades
I wonder why we've not resigned
The glittering minutes, jangled decades
We've got to grind, grind it out |
Vortex appears, unleashed by the crash
A moment marred by hesitation
Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash
And we don't need that operation
Long distance century buzzes and fades
Elysian Fields not far behind
Find me a witness amongst these shades
They've got to grind, grind it out
They've got to grind, grind it out |
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Long distance century buzzes and fades
I hope the deaf can lead the blind
Lift me up into those whirling blades
I've got to grind, grind it out
You got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out |
Long distance century buzzes and fades
Better take all that you can find
Lift me up into those whirring blades
I've got to grind, grind it out
I've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind |