poets of the fall
grinder's blues
Oh my lord, I'm way gone busting knucklebone day in day out, breaking my back for a way out, but it never pays And we're down and dirty we're the underdogs, Hurting for the numbers in the captain's logs, and his evil ways And if the man he don't tell, I see no way out of hell Light years away from home Just my demons and I alone This hammer my key This mine my wishing well I gotta find my way outta hell Oh my lord, I'm tired with the way I'm wired up to grind and hammer and the bitch called gravity With my baby back in Memphis, How do you propose we keep doin' this, Sucking up to the mastermind till I'll lose my sanity With no more soul to sell, I see no way out of hell Light years away from home Just my demons and I alone This hammer my key This mine my wishing well I gotta find my way outta hell