A mechanics stigmata, work under the gun
Stuck under the hood, hiding from the sun
Sleep's not important, hunger's not around
Screwing 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 I've got hands that bleed

Deadline's 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, it's all set to take 'em out
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong
Gotta have it running not before too long
Sleep's not important, hunger's not around
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound

Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed
Gonna work 'til I've got hands that bleed