Lletres:
Grindstone

own Hey I, I need something fine, oh, to distract my mind Yeah, all for this grind, grindstone Hey, give me something new Yeah, all for this grindstone

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

Traducció: Gregorià. Nas a la mola.

off the trees fly like the breeze The mind is the key, to unlock it, completely off the wall a little out of pocket nose to the grindstone, lets make

of life every hour will be spent filling a quota, just getting alonghandcuffs hurt worse when you've done nothing wrong no thanks to the treadmill no thanks to the grindstone