We’ve Got Boxes

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