Watersking with 'Tidy-Bowl Man
The fruit never tasted sweeter
then it did on that fateful day
as I picked it from its stubborn vine...
the vine of everything forbidden
I'll never again feel quite like I did
You know, always looking but failing to find?
My search did keep my heart beating though...
but through it all, I was just a slave to the grind
Jonesin' it when the next 'best' came along
I needed it 'now', just kept reachin' on out
I'd never forgive myself if I didn't...
after all, I was a slave to the grind
My face? Just a reflection in the mirror
I close my eyes but still, it won't go away
I can't shake this feeling inside...
being no more than a slave to the grind
"Give it up, just let it go...
If it were only that easy
There's just no escaping the reality...
I'm no more than a slave to the grind
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...