[Intro: coupling clang, breakbeat in] Wrong car Third shift [Hook] Wrong car, wrong car, not on the sheet Boss said seal it, scrap it, keep it neat I don't scrap a silence when the seal feel warm Wrong car, motherfucker, I changed the form [Verse 1] Yard at two a.m., fog on the ballast like milk Clipboard with a pencil and a coffee gone to silk Every car has a number, every number has a lane This one had a blank where the stencil should've been paint Refrigerated, locked, no shipper, no code Radio crackles, "send it to scrap, that's the road" I put my palm on the steel. It wasn't yard cold Something in there had a temperature it shouldn't hold I ain't a hero. I punch a clock and I go I got a kid and a truck payment and a bad knee in the snow But scrap means no questions and a furnace by dawn I chalked a mark on the coupler that only I catch on [Hook] Wrong car, wrong car, not on the sheet Boss said seal it, scrap it, keep it neat I don't scrap a silence when the seal feel warm Wrong car, motherfucker, I changed the form [Verse 2: breakbeat opens, bass walks] Switched it to the spur that feeds the camera stack Where the lenses never sleep and the logs don't lack Left it under light number seven like a dare Clocked out early, lied and said I wasn't there Morning briefing, boss askin' who moved the blank Nobody spoke. I stared at my boots and I drank Two days later the paper had a line about a find No names. No heroes. Just a yard and a bind I didn't open it. I don't need the picture in my head I needed it not to vanish like the other ones they shred You can fire me for chalk. You can write me up slow I sleep like a man who redirected where the cold goes [Beat Switch: double-time chase drums, couplings hammer] They pulled me in the office with a smile made of tin Said "loyalty," said "family," said "don't do that again" I said "yes sir" like a hinge, took the write-up, signed Kept the chalk in my pocket like a second spine Next week another blank showed up on track nine I did the same dance. Same spur. Same light line You can call it insubordination. Call it a glitch I call it the only math that don't make me a snitch to a furnace. I ain't soft. I ain't tryin' to be known I'm a switchman who can read a seal and leave it alone after I move it. That's the whole damn craft Wrong car on the sheet is a right I won't unlearn fast [Verse 3: half-time, bass and clangs] Kid asked why I'm late and I said "long train" Kissed her forehead, washed the chalk off like rain Some nights the yard hums like it knows what I did I hum back. I punch in. I keep the lid [Final Hook: full drums] Wrong car, wrong car, not on the sheet Boss said seal it, scrap it, keep it neat I don't scrap a silence when the seal feel warm Wrong car. Camera yard. Let it inform [Outro: coupling fade, breakbeat out] Chalk mark Walk home
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