Graveyard.........Shift, that is
In the deepest, darkest part of night
When all sane people are in bed asleep
Those of us, who work the night shift
From our beds, do slowly creep
While others toil in the heat of the day We hide behind curtains, still and asleep Biding our time til the sun goes down
Our dates with destiny, then to keep
We hide in the shadows
We welcome the night
We lurk in the darkness
Allergic to light
We're different from you
Of that, have no doubt
We wait for the sunset
Then our true selves come out
Ghosts, ghouls and vampires, lovers of darkness What else could we possibly be
No normal person would work in the night time The light of day, never to see
So, next time a cop pulls you over at night Or the emergency room calls your name
Remeber the type of person you're dealing with Warped; at least slightly insane
And, be nice to us creatures of the nite Your well being, we hold in our hands
Answer our questions, be courteous, too
For, we are, yes, down to a man
Different, for sure, and sleep deprived probably Our brain waves hardly match yours
We're good at our jobs, we do them so well On our long, lonely eight hour tours
But, we think, not like you; our world's upside down Our thought patterns far from your own
Your day is our night, our night is your day All sense of real time is gone
As the sun creeps over the horizon
And, you rise to begin your day
We're snuggling under the covers
And, holding the sunlight at bay
Like Dracula inside his coffin
We cringe at the sun's cruel rays
You people are so inconsiderate
Interrupting our sleep with your days.