Graveyard Shift
He worked on the graveyard shift
His face was sallow gray
He had a swig to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His time was just blase
He had events to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His tactic was to stray
He had affairs to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His home was in decay
He had refuge to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His debt was hard to pay
He had wagers to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His ire was all dismay
He had battles to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His mind was far away
He had a plan to get a lift yet had nothing to say
He worked on the graveyard shift
His life became his prey
He had a rope to get a lift yet had nothing to say
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