Shift-Work

The endless river
The rock on the hill
The strange sensation of seeking a thrill
I'm tired, getting older
I'm spinning round a boulder
Soon I'll be senile
Playing with revolvers
Shift work
Bring a smile to my face
Shift work
Let me die without a trace
Shift work
I've got shoes and holes and they're full of moles
Shift work
Let the rain come down again

It's enforced, non mandatory
It's steel toe caps in the factory
It's pop art it's unsatisfactory
It's mask-wearing anti-vaxxing quackery
Don't give up babe it's lost on me
He wrote a million prayers in the summertime
Now he floats on a lido in Regent's Park
Bricks in his boots, filth in his farts
Curls his toes by the fire
Runs the rug through his fingers
He slips off
Swallows filthy water
Clutches at air
Pays no fare
Sits in front
Can't be arsed anymore
I say
Cunt