I really hate to say this but I've heard this all before,

   I'm not rich and famous-that's not what I do this for.

   But you don't seem too grateful for your wealth and your reknown.



                It's like a Grinding Wheel,

                Spinning 'round and 'round,

                Like a Grinding Wheel,

                Trying to grind you down.




   Lots of complications if you're not a Superstar,

   I take out my frustrations on this beat-up old guitar.
	
   But you've been gazing at your shoes so long, your head is upside-down.



                It's like a Grinding Wheel,

                Spinning 'round and 'round,

                Like a Grinding Wheel,

                Trying to grind you down.	




   My life is just a mess since I've been sleeping in my car,

   I've been giving my new address as the lot behind this bar;

   Better not to pull my strings 'cause I might come unwound.



                It's like a Grinding Wheel,

                Spinning 'round and 'round,

                Like a Grinding Wheel,

                Trying to grind you down.
			

© 1998 Brad Page & Scot Gibbs