Blood on the Grindstone

Whistle didn't blow The whistle didn't blow it Just screamed at the moon To tell me that the morning was coming too soon I'm leaning my weight on a life made of slate In a valley where mercy always shows up late My knuckles are white and the sparks are all blue Just a man doing what he was destined to do The iron is cold but the friction is hot Tradin' in the spirit for the little I've got Oh I'm puttin' my blood on a grindstone today Sharpening the soul just to keep em at bay You can hear the wheel turnin' You can see the sparks fly I'm the only thing living that refuses to die Yeah it's a heavy duty living and a jagged edge price Walking through the fire and the cold hearted ice But I'm gainin' an edge while the heavy years roll With blood on the grindstone and grittin' my soul There's a tally on the wall for the dead and the time For the mountain of misery I've had to climb They wanna see me dug They wanna see me gray Just a ghost and a suit at the end of the day But the harder they push and the more that they press The sharper I get in this beautiful mess I got silver in my hair and car and my breath Dancing on the blade in the shadow of death Oh I'm putting my blood on a crown stone today Sharpening my Soul just to keep them at bay You can hear the wheel turning You can see the sparks fly I'm the only thing living that refuses to die Yeah it's a heavy duty living and a jagged edge price Walking through the fire and the cold hearted ice But I'm gaining an age while the heavy years roll With blood on the grindstone and gritting my soul Let it scream Let it burn Every single drop Is a lesson I've learned ** it Yeah I'm putting my blood on a firestorm today Sharpening the fold just to keep them at bay You can hear the wheels turn You can see the sparks fly I'm the only thing living that refuses to die It's a heavy duty living living at a jagged edge price Walking through the fire and the cold hearted ice But I'm painting an edge while the heavy years roll With blood on the grindstone Gritting my soul Still turning Feel the edge Blood on the grindstone stone