كلمات 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