Clocking Out (Double Vision)

Slide that glass on over here
Keep 'em coming

Sixty hours on the clock and my back is on fire
Boss man yelling 'bout a quota like I'm some kind of liar
Paycheck folded in my jeans, it's been burning all day
Neon door is swinging open like it knows my name
Ain't thinking 'bout the rent, ain't thinking 'bout the gas
Leaving all my weekday troubles in the parking lot glass

One in my hand, two on the way
Tell the man at the counter we came here to play
Three for my friends, four for the floor
Crank that jukebox till it rattles the door

Clocking out, double vision! (double vision!)
Making bad financial decisions!
Clocking out, double vision! (hey!)
Pour whatever you got, we ain't quitting

Neon buzzing, bass is hitting hard (hitting hard)
Leave the week out there in the yard
Clocking out (double vision!)

Phone is buzzing in my pocket, let it ring to voicemail
If they need me on a Saturday, send it by the slow mail
Stranger buying rounds for the fiddle player's band
Pretty girl on top the booth with a longneck in her hand
Wearing sawdust on my boots and a grin I can't hide
I've been Monday for a month, tonight I'm Friday inside

One in my hand, two on the way
Tell the man at the counter we came here to play
Three for my friends, four for the floor
Crank that jukebox till it rattles the door

Clocking out, double vision! (double vision!)
Making bad financial decisions!
Clocking out, double vision! (hey!)
Pour whatever you got, we ain't quitting

Monday morning's gonna hurt like hell (hurt like hell!)
Headache ringing like a Sunday bell (Sunday bell!)
But right now I'm a king on a barstool throne
Bartender, don't you send me home

Clocking out, double vision! (double vision!)
Making bad financial decisions!
Clocking out, double vision! (hey!)
Keep the tab open, we ain't quitting

Double vision (double vision)
We ain't done yet