The Daily Grind


Beth and Amber lived in the house together
They tickled each other pink with an osterich feather
Went to work each day where separately they shined
Then they came back home and did the daily grind

Beth she was the one who liked to be confined
Amber made sure the restraints were fur-lined
They'd giggle when they'd had a bit too much fine wine
Then they'd slip upstairs for a bit of that daily grind

   And then they did the daily grind
   Strap-on heaven one more time
   Juices flowing out sweet divine
   Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine

Years ago in college they started a folk-rock band
Just two acoustic guitars and legions of loyal fans
Their songs on the radio were seldom hard to find
And after concerts all their fans went home and did the daily grind

   And then they did the daily grind
   Strap-on heaven one more time
   Juices flowing out sweet divine
   Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine

The old man next door would sit all day and grumble
He'd stare at them and sneer, oh hey, that they were trouble
He'd whisper to his wife "They ain't the normal kind"
"From what I can tell there must be something wrong with their minds!"
 
And now we reach the climax of this song
Beth stood her ground and said "I ain't done nothin' wrong!"
Amber shouted out "Hey world, you're so fucking blind!"
Right then and there they started working that daily grind

   And then they did the daily grind
   Strap-on heaven in each other's behind
   Juices flowing out sweet divine
   Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine
   Wild and free and in fact ultimately fine
©Mike Runion, 2001
7/29/01