The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you've been drinking
Disgraceful night flecked in 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
We've got to grind, grind it out
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
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
I've got to grind, grind it out

A 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
Now 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
I've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out
We've got to grind, grind it out