(Verse 1) Sun came up on another Tuesday morn, Coffee’s cold and the forklifts warm, Phone starts buzzin’ ‘fore the clock hits eight, “Hey boss… I don’t think I can make it today…” Marlin’s cousin’s dog got sick again, Sean says he’s got “the seasonal bends,” Three more texts with the crying-face sign, Now the loading dock’s fallin’ behind. (Pre-Chorus) And the trucks keep rollin’ in… But half the crew ain’t clockin’ in… (Chorus) Ohhhh… another call-out today, Now the whole damn schedule’s blown away, We got computers stacken and pallets piled high, And Hunter left askin’ “Oh Lord, why?” At Urban E Recycling we fight through the pain, Rain or shine or forklift strain, But every time that ringtone sings, It’s another “I can’t make it in…” (Verse 2) Victors, “stuck” in traffic since half past nine, Sean’s got a “migraine” for the fourth straight time, Meanwhile Marco’s been sweepin’ floors alone, And eatin’ vending machine dinners ‘til dawn. Nicks Left pacing like an old country tune, Tryin’ to reshuffle the afternoon, “Can somebody stay late?” he gently pleads… Silence hits harder than E-waste needs. (Chorus) Ohhhh… another call-out today, Now the whole damn schedule’s blown away, Got e-waste mountains touchin’ the sky, And overtime burnin’ every eye. At Urban E Recycling we carry the load, Down every dusty warehouse road, And every time that ringtone sings… A supervisor loses his wings… those last-minute text-message rains… Yeah the grinders hum and the forklifts sway… At Urban E Recycling we survive another day… Still prayin’ tomorrow… Somebody actually comes to work… (Bridge — big emotional build) But tomorrow mornin’ we’ll do it again… Steel-toe boots and tired old friends… Somehow this crew still finds a way… Even when half the shop calls out every day… (Final Chorus — slow and huge) Ohhhh… another call-out today… But the line keeps movin’ anyway… Through busted backs and coffee stains, And all