Weigh Every Ticket True

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] Seven-ten, the first truck rolls Red digits climb past what it holds You tap the glass, you check the tare The driver leans across the stair [Қайырма] Sign that ticket, make it right Not with a guess, not out of spite I’ll set the cells with my own hands That line is spilling past the stands [Куплет 2] The contractor lays the slips in rows “Just sign them now; the whole crew knows” You pull the cover, wrench in hand Turn each load cell, test the span [Қайырма] Sign that ticket, make it right Not with a guess, not out of spite I’ll set the cells with my own hands That line is spilling past the stands [Guitar solo] [Куплет 3] The queue backs out along the street Engines idle, inch by inch, repeat One more check, the numbers settle You call the next cab to the metal [Қайырма] Sign that ticket, make it right Not with a guess, not out of spite I’ll set the cells with my own hands That line is spilling past the stands [Аутро] Zero holds. the gate swings wide. Next truck up. no one cuts the line.