Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Uncle Tupelo
Исполнитель
J. Farrar
Электрогитара
J. Tweedy
Бас
M. Heidorn
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeff Tweedy
Автор песен
Jay Farrar
Автор песен
M. Heidorn
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Paul Q. Kolderie
Продюсер
Sean Slade
Продюсер
Слова
If you find yourself standing
At the end of your line
Looking for a piece of something
Maybe a piece of mind
Fed up, lost, and run down
Nowhere to hold on
Tired of, take your place at the end son
We'll get to you one by one
No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste 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
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below
The clockwork of destruction
Hanging low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow-walking death
No light ever shines
Dead-end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life
No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below
The clockwork of destruction
Hanging low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow-walking death
No light ever shines
Dead-end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy, Jay Farrar, Mike Heidorn
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