Expiration Day Songtext
von Widespread Panic

I′m a machinist at the Springfield Armory
Just slightly ahead of my time
But I don't make much money
So I sell eggs and chickens on the side

I′m good at what I do
And I take great pride
But I don't make much money
So I sell eggs and chickens on the side

And my wife does love me
But she can't realize
Why I won′t go back down south
And leave the armory behind


But I love my job
I′ll shave metal until I die
And until I do, I'll take on
Any extra thing it takes to provide

And I know it′ll kill me
Breathing all those fumes
But I'd sooner sniff solution
Than a baker′s dozen hothouse blooms

And my wife does love me
But she can't realize
Why I won′t go back down south
And leave the armory behind

But I feel it is important
What I do upon my lathe
I pledge to do the detail work
Until my expiration day

Until my expiration day
Until my expiration day
Until my expiration day