Dec 29, 2006 22:40
A life on the edge of the walking dead
It's either sink or swim and the average drown
A barrel full of commerece, blasting the somber
We always stand guard over the late shift
Working late night, not that we hate light
Pull words out of the dreams, it's the deep end
Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb threat
Graveyard shift, way past abnoxious
We play to win, you count your losses
Like most people about as much as they like me
Haven't found a way to say fuck you politely
Over fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed wire