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