Scorched Crust on the Line

[Intro] [Verse 1] The thermostat froze at two-oh-five Red numbers blinked while the trays climbed high I grabbed the mitts, kicked the oven wide Brown edges creeping; no time to slide [Chorus] Pull them out, one rack at a time Save that dough before the crust turns black The morning van is laying on the horn We’ll get the bread there, we’ll get it out [Verse 2] Flour on my sleeves, heat on my face I dragged the hot rack clear of its place The driver leaned out, called through the door I stacked the good loaves across the floor [Chorus] Pull them out, one rack at a time Save that dough before the crust turns black The morning van is laying on the horn We’ll get the bread there, we’ll get it out [Bridge] One stuck dial, one scorched corner Keep the trays moving, keep the line alive [Guitar solo] [Chorus] Pull them out, one rack at a time Save that dough before the crust turns black The morning van is laying on the horn We’ll get the bread there, we’ll get it out