C
If you find yourself standin'
                   F
At the end of the line
                           D
Looking for a piece of something
                  G
Maybe a piece of mind


                     C
Got all lost and run down
                F
Nowhere to hold on
                                  D
Tired of "Take your place at the end, son!"
                  G
Get to you one by one


               F
No light ever shines
                    C
Dead end tears that dry
                 G
Maybe a waste of words in time
F                 C
Never a waste of life



F                    G
Every hour will be spent
               F                  C C/B Am
Just fillin' a quota, getting along
Am
Handcuffs hurt worse
                          G
When you've done nothing wrong



                       C
No thanks to the treadmill
                   F
No thanks to the grindstone
                           D
There's plenty of dissent from
                  G
These rungs below


                       C
Clockwork of destruction
                   F
Hangin' low over our heads
                           D
Always a smokestack cloud
                  G
Or a slow walkin' death



              F
No light ever shines
                   C
Dead end tears that dry
                   G
Maybe a waste of words in time
F                  C
Never a waste of life
                   G
Maybe a waste of words in time
  F               C
Never a waste of life