[Verse] Look at me, the grease-stained king, Calloused hands, but damn, I sing. Workin’ nine-to-five, then five-to-nine, The factory’s glow, it’s my damn shrine. [Pre-Chorus] Saint of the sockets, breaker of chains, I’m the hero your mama complains. [Chorus] Grease on my hands, but I’m clean in my sin, Working-class saint, wearing grime on my skin. Raise your fists high, but don’t forget this plan, I’m the grease-stained god, ain’t no holy man! [Verse] Clock punchin’, my salvation’s late, Dreams wired tight, but I fabricate. Saint of the shadows, in the grime, I trust, Salvation’s just oil, it’s spinning to rust. [Pre-Chorus] Saint of the sockets, breaker of chains, I’m the hero your mama complains. [Chorus] Grease on my hands, but I’m clean in my sin, Working-class saint, wearing grime on my skin. Raise your fists high, but don’t forget this plan, I’m the grease-stained god, ain’t no holy man! [Bridge] I ain’t your sermon, no sermon on the hill, Just fists and fury and a touchscreen thrill. Beat me down, I’ll spit it right back, Saint or sinner, I’m leading the pack! [Chorus] Grease on my hands, but I’m clean in my sin, Working-class saint, wearing grime on my skin. Raise your fists high, but don’t forget this plan, I’m the grease-stained god, ain’t no holy man! [Chorus] Grease on my hands, but I’m clean in my sin, Working-class saint, wearing grime on my skin. Raise your fists high, but don’t forget this plan, I’m the grease-stained god, ain’t no holy man! [Outro] Grease-stained god, yeah, ain’t no holy man— Grease-stained god, that’s the working-class plan!