Shift 1 Magicians

[Verse 1]
Clock hits five, boots hit the gravel
Coffee in a thermos, lungs full of gravel
Badge on my shirt, name in blue paint
Walk through the doors like I’m walking into hell’s gate
[Verse 2]
Mask on my face, poison in the air
Steel rail roof, that humming glare
Beat up gloves, got stories in the seams
Fixing busted dreams for a paycheck and beans
[Chorus]
We’re shift 1 magicians in the paint shop haze
Working like slaves through the long dark days
Tony, Shaun, Jeremy, Kim and Karen in the line
Mitchel at the bay, making wrecked steel shine
Yeah, we bend, we break, we burn for a wage
But we’re the best damn crew in this rusted cage (oh yeah)
[Verse 3]
Trucks roll in like wounded bulls
Dents and scars, beds half full
We pull ‘em straight, we hide the scars
Send ‘em back out like brand new cars
[Bridge]
You don’t see our names on the tailgate chrome
But every clean line is a kind of home
We bleed in the corners, breathe in the fumes
Laugh through the coughing in the break room gloom (hey!)
[Chorus]
We’re shift 1 magicians in the paint shop haze
Working like slaves through the long dark days
Tony, Shaun, Jeremy, Kim and Karen in the line
Mitchel at the bay, making wrecked steel shine
Yeah, we bend, we break, we burn for a wage
But we’re the best damn crew in this rusted cage
[Chorus]
Shift 1 magicians, make the metal look new
No halo over us, just a hard hat crew
From the first horn’s scream till the last light’s fade
We’re the ghosts in the color that’ll never wash away
Yeah, we bend, we break, we burn for a wage
Best damn shift in this rusted cage (oh yeah)

country, Gritty outlaw country ballad with raspy male vocals, swung mid-tempo groove. Dry Telecaster twang, brushed snare, and upright bass in the verses; chorus opens with overdriven slide guitar and gang-style shout backups on key lines. Subtle organ pad in the background, last chorus pushes vocal rasp and ad-libs before a hard stop., outlaw country