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 syncing 

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 
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 
We've got to grind, grind it out 

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 
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 
You got to grind, grind it out 
We've got to grind, grind it out 
We've got to grind, grind it out