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 synching

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

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

A vortex appears, unleashed by the crash

A moment marred by hesitation

Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash

But 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

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