Verse 1 Clock in at midnight, the forklift's wet Foreman's gone home and the bay doors are open Something is stacked where the pallets should be It has hands and it's still warm [drums drop out for short guitar solo] Verse 2 Box cutter slides through the packing tape Slides through the packing, slides through the man Shrink-wrap him shut and label him freight Ship him to nowhere, no one will sign Refrain Dock shift, dock shift No one logs what comes off the truck Dock shift autopsy Punch out at dawn [technical guitar solo] Verse 3 Open him up on the loading floor Under the sodium light Everything inside is the same as us Pink and wet and cheap Refrain Dock shift, dock shift No one logs what comes off the truck Dock shift autopsy Punch out at dawn [half time solo to cut]
