The Grinding Wheel
Finally put down those bad habits
Upset that apple cart
Swore off all the things that I
Swore I'd never start
When you're out there playing young and dumb
Thinking you can handle it
That's when the devil comes along
With a mighty grip
Placing your feet to the fire
Serving up last meals
Grabbing your soul with a pair of pliers
Holding it to the grinding wheel
All the smoking and the drinking
Is not what it pretends to be
Lost time with its ambition
And future guarantees
Other habits need not be mentioned
As this my mom may read
Suffice to say that those days
Were more than footloose and fancy free
Given it all up, one by one
Every rotten slice
No more stuffing of the face
In the eating of that pie
As I'm back to clean and sober
Able once again to breathe
All of it is finally over
With that there's no more need
No more feet placed to the fire
Serving up of the last meal
Satan can put away his pliers
As dust settles on the grinding wheel
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