Bruce McCulloch - Warehouse Prayer lyrics

Dayjob k**s man's spirit Cookies and cakes cheer him back up If I'm working near you Punch me out when I die This is my warehouse prayer Let it waft across the boxes To the workers and the walkers This is my warehouse prayer Hawk on my shoulder as I drive I'm naked on the forklift Sometimes things get kind of strange When you work the night shift This is my warehouse prayer Don't make me pay for coffee I haven't seen the sky Since I started this job Girls I didn't sleep with in high school Seem more pleasant Than the one I'm living with now Soft rock from the corner Can only be heard when the machines aren't on But you'll never hear it Because the machines are always on Dayjobs k** men's spirit Cookies and cakes cheer him back up If I'm working near you Punch me out when I die This is my warehouse prayer Days without an accident: six A simple? prayer I want my Saturdays back This is supposed to be a summer job This is my warehouse prayer