Uncle Tupelo
Sandusky
If you find yourself standingAt the end of your lineLooking for a piece of somethingMaybe a piece of mindFed up, lost, and run downNowhere to hold onTired of, take your place at the end sonWe'll get to you one by oneNo light ever shinesDead end tears that dryMaybe a waste of words and timeNever a waste of lifeEvery hour will be spentFilling a quota, just getting alonghandcuffs hurt worseWhen you've done nothing wrongNo thanks to the treadmillNo thanks to the grindstoneThere's plenty of dissent fromThese rungs belowThe clockwork of destructionHanging low over our headsAlways a smokestack cloudOr a slow-walking deathLetras de cancionesNo light ever shinesDead end tears that dryMaybe a waste of words and timeNever a waste of lifeNo thanks to the treadmillNo thanks to the grindstoneThere's plenty of dissent fromThese rungs belowThe clockwork of destructionHanging low over our headsAlways a smokestack cloudOr a slow-walking deathNo light ever shinesDead end tears that dryMaybe a waste of words and timeNever a waste of lifeMaybe a waste of words and timeNever a waste of life
From Letras Mania