Josh King’s Crankshaft Blues

Lyrics

[Verse] Josh King with the torque that don’t turn, Talks big game, still the pistons don’t burn. Engine dreams stalled, got a wrench but no clout, Now he pushes papers, that’s what his day’s about. [Chorus] Crankshaft slipping, his pride on ice, Talking real loud but can’t take advice. Roots in the grease, now he’s drowned in the ether, Mechanic on paper but lost in a fever. [Verse 2] “Yo, I’m the best,” he’d boast by the jack. Swingin’ trash-talk while his gaskets stack. They gave him tasks to keep him out the way, Call him Josh King, but the kingdom’s D.O.A. [Chorus] Crankshaft slipping, his pride on ice, Talking real loud but can’t take advice. Roots in the grease, now he’s drowned in the ether, Mechanic on paper but lost in a fever. [Bridge] Man’s all theory, zero ignition. The camshaft's spinning with no true mission. Talks big about folks, saying, “Ain’t they fools?” But watch him fumble, drowning in his own tools. [Verse 3] Turns work into drama, just biding his time, Collect a check steady, while the engines decline. Blames the world, says the system’s bent, But no clue how his day’s being misspent.