Long-lost opinions
All the words you can't redeem
Don't come round here
And be a slave to old ideas
Scream hallelujah
If it's a thing that helps you breathe
Your iron rule has often
Had me on my knees
You better sharpen that
You better sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
You better sharpen that
You better sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
Breaking the silence
Like I'm bursting at the seams
So many stifled thoughts
And long-forgotten dreams
Scream hallelujah
I can almost taste reprieve
Your iron rule has often
Had me on my knees
You better sharpen that
You better sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
You better sharpen that
You better sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
Keep on talking to yourself
Cause no one needs to hear the words you reel off
Keep on talking to yourself
Cause you're gonna have
To swing that axe round here
Keep on talking to yourself
Cause no one needs to hear the words you reel off
Keep on talking to yourself
Cause you're gonna have to swing that axe round here
You better sharpen that, you better
Sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
You better sharpen that, you better
Sharpen that, because
All you have is your axe to grind
Grind, grind
Round here
