This morning smells like citrus
And the conveyor belts in my brain
Have taken me from this factory
And put me where I can't complain
To these cleaning products for the modern home
Passing me by in a line
And while drones speak on phones and the machinery groans
I slip further into my mind
On the night shift
Yeah
I'm on the night shift
Tonight
Well, this corporate slave labour camp
Can't touch me with a ten-foot pole
And I'm free to let my hair down
And play my rock & roll
I can read a book, I can write a song
I can do whatever I want
I'm not here right now & the lights are out
So I can't see what you're gonna flaunt
On the night shift
Tonight
I'm on the night shift
Tonight
I'm on the night shift
I'm on the night shift
I'm on the night shift
I'm on the night shift