Slave To Grind

Words and music by Sebastian Bach, Rachel Bolan, and Dave "Snake Sabo You got me forced to crack my lids in two, I'm still stuck inside the rubber room. I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind, I'm just another gear in the assembly line, whoa no. The noose gets tighter, around my throat, But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause I Won't be the one left behind, Ya can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind. Tear down the rat racial slime, Ya can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind. Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose, But my day in the sun ain't even close. There's no need to waste your prayers on me, You better mark my words 'cause I'm history. Yes indeed. You might beg for mercy to get by, But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side. 'Cause I Won't be the one left behind, Ya can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind. Tear down the rat racial slime, Ya can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind. They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick, They tore my intentions apart brick by brick. I'm sick of the jive, Talk verbal insecticide. They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick, They tore my intentions apart brick by brick. I'm sick of the jive, Talk verbal insecticide. Well I won't be the one left behind, Ya can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind. Tear down the rat racial slime, Ya can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind. Well I said slave to the grind, Slave to the grind, Slave to the grind.

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