Forklift Toast

One! Two! Three! Go!

Yellow helmets down on the gravel floor We sneaked past the lock

on the rusted door

With a borrowed lighter in your shaking hand We ruled this concrete

wasteland

And the roommate who heard every word we said

Is raising a plastic cup overhead By the forklift lane where the

shadows bend (yeah)

Underneath the scaffold

and the stars so bright

We are building our empire

in the dead of night

With a plastic cup toast

on the forklift lane

We found a cure

for the shift-work pain!

Shift is over but we didn't go home

Leaving blueprints dust on our collarbones You held the flame and the

sparks flew wide

Against the metal of the warehouse side

But the foreman found the lighter on the ground

And they boarded up the gates to our town

No more dancing where the engines roar

Now we're running through the back exit door

(we gotta go!)

Still running! (hahaha)