[Ներածություն] [Տուն 1] The wheel lathe bit the axle hard Then choked halfway through the cut I killed the drive; the spindle hung With a steel tooth locked in its gut The foreman waved the roster sheet “Who’s taking first shift? who’s on loan?” I braced my boot and backed it free By hand, with grease up to the bone [Կրկներգ] Hold that line, don’t touch the switch The axle’s caught and the drive won’t turn You can shout about the morning list I’ve got a jammed tool left to unlearn Hold that line, let the spindle rest I’ll free the bite before the next run You can argue names till the whistle calls This cut gets finished when the work gets done [Տուն 2] The pit lamp shook above my cap A chip curled bright along the bed “You’re on the early roster, pete” He jabbed the paper by my head I eased the tool with a spanner’s pull No power, no shortcut, no spin He kept on counting bodies out While i walked that cutter back in [Կրկներգ] Hold that line, don’t touch the switch The axle’s caught and the drive won’t turn You can shout about the morning list I’ve got a jammed tool left to unlearn Hold that line, let the spindle rest I’ll free the bite before the next run You can argue names till the whistle calls This cut gets finished when the work gets done [Guitar solo] [Կրկներգ] Hold that line, don’t touch the switch The axle’s caught and the drive won’t turn You can shout about the morning list I’ve got a jammed tool left to unlearn Hold that line, let the spindle rest I’ll free the bite before the next run You can argue names till the whistle calls This cut gets finished when the work gets done [Ելք] Roster can wait till the tool comes clear Kill the drive; keep your hands out here One last turn, then the axle runs Morning can start when the cut is done