Through The Wall

[Verse 1]
Sunrise on the scrap-yard fence, diesel already warm
Keys still in the ignition, nobody watching the storm
I climb up in the cab of that yellow iron beast
Bucket teeth grinning wide like they been waitin’ for the feast
Gears grind, hydraulics scream, tires bite the gravel road
Past the weigh-station shack where the night shift just unloaded