LRC歌词
[ilingku:101]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Grindstone]
[ar:Uncle Tupelo]
[al:Uncle Tupelo 89/93: An Antholo]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.814]If you find yourself standing
[00:03.776]At the end of your line
[00:07.369]Looking for a piece of something
[00:10.933]Maybe a piece of mind
[00:14.545]Fed up lost and run down
[00:18.133]Nowhere to hold on
[00:21.453]Tired of take your place at the end son
[00:25.203]We'll get to you one by one
[00:29.108]No light ever shines
[00:33.670]Dead end tears that dry
[00:39.347]Maybe a waste of words and time
[00:42.975]Never a waste of life
[00:48.265]Every hour will be spent
[00:51.905]Filling a quota just getting along
[00:57.449]Handcuffs hurt worse
[01:00.512]When you've done nothing wrong
[01:04.825]No thanks to the treadmill
[01:08.513]No thanks to the grindstone
[01:12.146]There's plenty of dissent from
[01:15.735]These rungs below
[01:19.109]The clockwork of destruction
[01:22.796]Hanging low over our heads
[01:26.285]Always a smokestack cloud
[01:29.987]Or a slow-walking death
[01:33.863]No light ever shines
[01:38.554]Dead end tears that dry
[01:44.051]Maybe a waste of words and time
[01:47.740]Never a waste of life
[02:13.006]No thanks to the treadmill
[02:16.379]No thanks to the grindstone
[02:20.006]There's plenty of dissent from
[02:23.645]These rungs below
[02:26.890]The clockwork of destruction
[02:30.578]Hanging low over our heads
[02:34.180]Always a smokestack cloud
[02:37.804]Or a slow-walking death
[02:41.745]No light ever shines
[02:46.555]Dead end tears that dry
[02:52.244]Maybe a waste of words and time
[02:55.931]Never a waste of life
[03:02.135]Maybe a waste of words and time
[03:05.760]Never a waste of life
文本歌词
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 son
We'll get to you one by one
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
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 clockwork of destruction
Hanging low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow-walking death
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life
No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below
The clockwork of destruction
Hanging low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow-walking death
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life