
Graveyard Shift
The coffins are open
The bars closing down
It's time for the encore
There's no one around
The boys have no money
The girls have no tits
The umps have no speakers
But who gives a shit
When you're dealing with the graveyard shift
The sandman's stoic
The light man's blind
Were playing our balls off
The tapes in rewind
The truck drivers screaming
The truck guy's been robbed
The groupies are leaving
And everyone's sauced
When you're doing the graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
The bartender's laughing
At the size of our crowd
The cockroach is booing
The parents are proud
The roadies are whining
They never get laid
The club owner's drooling
We never get paid
When we're doing the graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
The coffins are closing
The suns coming round
The rhinos are sleeping
The leads coming down
The milkman arising
The manager quit
The lawyers are suing
It's the start of a hit
When you're doing the graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Graveyard shift
Writer/s: MITCHELL DANCIK