Lyrics:

I want some insomnia.
Who's got that insomnia?
I'm just a hired hand,
My watch has its demands.
I want some overdrive.
Who's got that overdrive?
The breaks are broken but the gas works fine,
I'm working overtime.

Keep your head up,
We'll work faster.
Keep your sweat up,
We're your masters.

We've got boxes,
We've got buttons.
Speed and soda,
We're all gluttons.

The landing party missed it's check-in call.
They're coming late
Or not at all.
The captain opened up
The alcohol.
Some think it's bright.
Some think it's bleak.
We tried to stay drunk for the first seven weeks.

We've been sleeping with our shoes on
For much too long.
We've been sleeping with our bags packed
For much too long.