The Grinding Wheel

E A# A E A# A E

E
A bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigeration
E
I hear it calling me
E
A broken rail as he drools over the congregation
E
I hear it calling me
E
Now I won't tell you how to live your life
E
I never saw the point in thinking twice
E
I turn the wheel by day, by night
E
Raise your flag
E
Here's to the liberation

F#                       A
Day by day I move in time
F#                              D
Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes

    Em                    B
The miller's horse is wearing down
Bm A                  B
He bangs his heart on Halloween ground
    Em             B
The Miller hears a single sound
    A                     B                    D#  D#m F E
The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round

E
The ship has sailed to dark sea destinations
E
I feel it holding me
E
The gods are hailed for their absentee observations
E
I feel it holding me
E
Now I can't tell you where integrity hides
E
It showed it's face, you struck it down and it died
E
I turn my wheel with a seamless pride
E
Raise your flag
E
Here's to the revolution

F#                       A
Day by day I move in time
F#                              D
Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes

E
The pain is all you ever feel
E
A concrete will, and a back of steel
                        F#
I give my soul unto the wheel

F#                       A
Day by day I move in time
F#                              A G F#
Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes

    Em                    B
The miller's horse is wearing down
Bm A                  B
He bangs his heart on Halloween ground
    Em             B
The Miller hears a single sound
    A                     B
The sound of the grinding wheel
    Em                    B
The miller's horse is wearing down
Bm A                  B         G
He bangs his heart on Halloween ground
    Em             B
The Miller hears a single sound
    A                     B                    D#  F  E
The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round

F# E G F# G F# G F# G

               Bm
Eye off of the needle, in the heart of the sun
                                  B   F#m  F#
Stuck in the middle, Whit the blazing one
B                                  Bm
This weathered hand, has a grip of steel
                        B
These eyes have seen it all;
                                      F#m D F#m E
catch your spirit on the grinding wheel
                     A
Say you prayers, say what you feel
G
Count your blessings, make a deal
E                         D
What you borrow, what you steal
G            D            E
Crush it all, on the grinding wheel

A G F# E
A G F# E
F# E Em E
F# Em E Em
Em E A E Em
Am Em E F#m
G B Bm A G E

    F#m      G
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
Bm          A          G    E
'Round and 'round and 'round
    F#m      G            Bm     A
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
Bm         A           G
'Round and 'round and 'round
    E
The grinding wheel
    F#m      G            Bm    A
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
 B     Bm   A          G
'Round and 'round and 'round
    E
The grinding wheel
    F#m      G            Bm  A
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
 B          A          G
'Round and 'round and 'round
    E
The grinding wheel
    F#m      G            Bm  A
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
 B          A          G
'Round and 'round and 'round
    E
The grinding wheel
    Em   F#m A G C            A
The grinding wheel keep's turning,
B           A          G
'Round and 'round and 'round
    E
The grinding wheel

Em F#m A C Bm
A E Em C G Bm E

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