The Church - Grind

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 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 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 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 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 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