Lyrics

The Grindstone

Some people got a job they really like
They don't mind gettin up to go
But most every one that I ever known
Feels like the work they do is not their own

It's a back breaking, mind numbing, hell of a rut
Trying to keep your family in a home
Bitchin' and a moanin' workin' and a groanin'
The grindstone's a killer and it's first degree

The boss thinks he's cool but he's just a jerk
He doesn't care about you and he does not work
He'll hang out the carrot of security
But when you want that raise you gotta get on your knees

It's a back breaking, mind numbing, hell of a rut
Trying to keep your family in a home
Bitchin' and a moanin' workin' and a groanin'
The grindstone's a killer and it's first degree

People around here have learned to live with fate
They go to jobs that they tolerate
As long as there's a weekend to recooperate
From a babe to the grave you can appreciate

It's a back breaking, mind numbing, hell of a rut
Trying to keep your family in a home
Bitchin' and a moanin' workin' and a groanin'
The grindstone's a killer and it's first degree