Alarm at five

Coffee in a plastic cup

Kiss you once

Try not to wake you up

Steel-toed boots

Lines outside the factory gate

Clocked-in ghost

Paycheck coming late

One job

Two hands

Three mouths to feed

We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet

Rent wants blood

And the lights want more

I hang my name on the hardware door

One job ain’t enough for this worn-out heart

So I break each day into working parts

(keep breathing, keep breathing)

Till the dark lets me in

Second shift

Smell of fries on my shirt

Counting tips

Like a bandage on the hurt

Phone buzzed twice

Kids’ faces on the screen

Blowing kisses

Through the glow of a machine

One job

Two hands

Three mouths to feed

We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet

Rent wants blood

And the lights want more

I hang my name on the hardware door

One job ain’t enough for this worn-out heart

So I break each day into working parts

(keep breathing, keep breathing)

Till the dark lets me in

Dreams on layaway

Tagged with our names

We’ll pick them up someday

When time finally pays

Hold on to me

In this borrowed place

We’re rich in the seconds

That I still taste

One job

Two hands

Three mouths to feed

We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet

Rent wants blood

But we’re keeping score

Every little laugh is a slamming door

One job ain’t enough

But your small warm hands

Turn these tired bones into something that stands

(keep breathing, keep breathing)

Till the light lets us in

Track from the album "Culture Clash"