C
If you find yourself standin'
F
At the end of the line
D
Looking for a piece of something
G
Maybe a piece of mind
C
Got all lost and run down
F
Nowhere to hold on
D
Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!"
G
Get to you one by one
F
No light ever shines
C
Dead end tears that dry
G
Maybe a waste of words in time
F C
Never a waste of life
F G
Every hour will be spent
F C C/B Am
Just fillin' a quota, getting along
Am
Handcuffs hurt worse
G
When you've done nothing wrong
C
No thanks to the treadmill
F
No thanks to the grindstone
D
There's plenty of dissent from
G
These rungs below
C
Clockwork of destruction
F
Hangin' low over our heads
D
Always a smokestack cloud
G
Or a slow walkin' death
F
No light ever shines
C
Dead end tears that dry
G
Maybe a waste of words in time
F C
Never a waste of life
G
Maybe a waste of words in time
F C
Never a waste of life
