The Grind
Lyrics
I walked all day tryin' to find me work
I must have knocked on one-hundred doors
Would have swallowed my pride for some money
And be satisfied sweepin' the floors
Mister Broken-Glass
Mister Silver-And-Gold
Mister Bustin'-My-Ass
Mister All-You-Can-Hold
I spent last night sleepin' on a park bench
'til a copy came and moved me along
Told him I was botherin' nobody
Yes, he told me I was dead wrong
Mister Broken-Glass
Mister Silver-And-Gold
Mister Bustin'-My-Ass
Mister All-You-Can-Hold
Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer
"Not now" or "Maybe then"
Well, me time is runnin' out on me people,
Yes, me people
If you're down and without a friend
Mister Broken-Glass
Mister Silver-And-Gold
Mister Bustin'-My-Ass
Mister All-You-Can-Hold
Writer(s): JEFFERY COOK, JOHN TESAR, STANLEY SHELDON, TOMMY BOLIN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, EQUESTRIAN MUSIC
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