[Verse 1] I work the long grind, I work the late shift Then they flip my schedule – oh, what a "gift" But when I crash, there's no sun to borrow My life is a joke with no script for tomorrow. Why did I buy these sleek shades, looking so fly? Just to hide the damn bags under my zombie eyes. Pa_ran pa_ran, pa_ran pa_ran Pan, pan, pan [Verse 2] They drag me to a movie, "Come on, it'll be fun!" But the theater darkens and my battle is won. Out by the first scene, dead to the world, Then they wake me up—furious they stole my nap, those jerks. [Pre-chorus] I want a late brunch, a beer, a slow dance My boss just smiles and says: "Second chance? Take the night owl shift – it builds character, see?" Yeah, my character's built on a bench, probably [Chorus] Pa_ran pa_ran, pa_ran pa_ran Nights at the grindstone, days full of snore Pan, pan, pan They flipped my shift once more, what a plan This glorious, upside-down, tired-out man [Bridge] "Hey, what do you do for fun?" I count my yawns per hour "Seen the sunrise lately?" Only in a shower – of neon light from the vending machine [Outro] Nights at the grindstone, days full of snore What a plan
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