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
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
But it's holding us together
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
Long distance century buzzes and fades
Better take all that you can find
Lift me up into those whirling 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