Nightshift

You're working the nightshift

A big metal machine

Until you're long dead and green

And a ghost in the steam

You're working the nightshift

Your left eye is black

And I hate him for that

I hate him for that

You could spend your whole life

Wrapped around a finger

And some may say it's pretty rich

Coming from me

But it seems this time

Cloud nine of divine silver

Has a grey lining

You're working the nightshift

And I suck a bottle of Becks

Watching a car chase a T-Rex

Waiting for your text

You're working the nightshift

In a conveyor belt maze

Will my words be erased

When you're working the days?

You could spend your whole life

Wrapped around a finger

And some may say it's fucking rich

Coming from me

But it seems this time

Cloud nine of divine silver

Has a grey lining