[Intro: detuned baritone guitar scraping against a crooked bassline; clipped room ambience; distant broken synth pulse] [Verse 1] Clock in at midnight Clock out at dawn Everybody's sleeping So I carry on Black coat, cold hands Teeth a little bright Punching in the hours Working nights [Verse 2] Coffee doesn't help me Garlic doesn't fly I keep the curtains closed I never ask why Red eyes, pale face Moon above the street Another night shift Another thing to eat [Pre-Chorus: drums stumble forward; guitar feedback swells; vocals become increasingly saturated] Working Working Working nights [Chorus: sudden full-band crash, then lurching back into the groove] I'm working nights Under the moon I'm working nights I'll see you soon Nine-to-five? Not my type I'm working Working Working nights [Verse 3] Sunrise is my enemy Daylight makes me late I hear the morning birds And I close the gate Everybody's leaving I'm just coming in Another little evening Another little grin [Break: everything drops except jagged bass and a single distorted synth pulse] [Half-whisper] No sunlight No sunlight No sunlight [Drums return awkwardly] [Bridge: abrupt meter shift; baritone guitar becomes noisy and angular] I don't need a coffin I need a chair I don't need a castle I need fresh air Well— Maybe not fresh air [Brief dropout] Too much fresh air [Chorus: louder, messier, flaming snare hits and feedback] I'm working nights Under the moon I'm working nights I'll see you soon Clock strikes twelve I feel alive Clock strikes six I barely survive I'm working Working Working nights [Outro: instruments progressively fall apart; bass keeps repeating the main riff while guitar feedback sputters] Working nights Working nights Working nights [Sudden stop] [Quiet voice] ...see you tomorrow...night!
