Night Shift Champion

8:00 PM, the alarm screams. Another night, same warehouse dreams. High-vis jacket,

scanner in hand. Tom Bishop owns this concrete land. Nine o'clock, I'm clocking in.

Aisels one through five, here we go again. Fluorescent lights,

they hum my name. Best picker in this midnight game. My back's screaming,

knees won't bend. But I ain't stopping, not again. Oh,

oh, oh. I'm the night shift champion. Scanning through the

dark till dawn. No trophies on my shelf at home. Just pride and

miles I ride alone. Oh, oh, oh.