March 16-20 1992

Uncle Tupelo March 16-20 1992 Lyrics
1.Wait Up

Lyricist:Jeffrey Scott Tweedy

Are you surprised it's me?
Hope I didn't wake anybody
Honey, please wait up for me
I miss you more than I need sleep

Guess I'll let you go
Even though I don't want to
Honey, please wait up for me
I need you and I can't keep up this speed


2.Lilli Schull

Lyricist:Jay Farrar, Jeffrey Tweedy

A great crowd has now gathered
All around the jail today
To see me executed
And hear what I do say

Now I must hang this morning
For the murder of Lilli Schull
Whom I so cruelly murdered
And her body shamefully burned

The fire where I burned her
Is again now within my sight
Her lovely face recovering
And the fire that burned so bright

The cries of poor Lilli
Again I can almost hear
As she begged me not to kill her
Her life alone to spare

Now I bow down to Jesus
In penitential grief
And I beg him now to save me
Like he did the dying thief

God bless my aged parents
Who mourn for me alone
And my wife and baby
Who will be left alone

It was then that I heard a whisper
In a most gentle tone
My grave is one sufficient
To save the vilest one


3.Grindstone

Lyricist:Jay Stuart Farrar

If you find yourself standin'
At the end of your line
Lookin' for a piece of somethin'
Maybe a piece of mind

Fed up, lost and run down
Nowhere to hold on
Tired of 'Take your place at the end, son'
We'll get to you one by one

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

Every hour will be spent
Fillin' a quota, just gettin' along
Handcuffs hurt worse
When you've done nothin' wrong

No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below

The clockwork of destruction
Hangin' low over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walkin' death

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

No thanks to the treadmill
No thanks to the grindstone
There's plenty of dissent from
These rungs below

The clockwork of destruction
Hangin' close over our heads
Always a smokestack cloud
Or a slow walkin' death

No light ever shines
Dead end tears that dry
Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life

Maybe a waste of words and time
Never a waste of life