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A mechanics stigmata, work under the gun.
Stuck under the hood, hiding from the sun.
Sleeps not important, hungers not around.
scr*wing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Petrol in my nostrils, chaos in my head.
My palms keep drippin, staying out of bed.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work til Ive got hands that bleed.
Deadlines approaching, morning has just come.
Tightening the last bolt, have I made it run ?
I turn the key, it awakes with a shout.
I made it through the night, its all set to take em out.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Sleeps not important, hungers not around.
scr*wing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work til Ive got hands that bleed.