[Intro – Spoken/low growl over clean guitar picking, building distortion]
Yeah… another damn shift…
Sun ain’t even up yet…
Overalls, boots, and regret…
Let’s go.
[Verse 1 – country singer vibe: melodic, storytelling, gravelly sung]
I roll out of bed ‘fore the rooster crows,
Coffee black as the ache in my soul.
Truck’s iced over, windshield like a ghost,
But the route don’t wait, and the bills don’t slow.
Got my girl back home with the lights turned low,
Dreamin’ ‘bout a life that we might never know.
But I punch that clock, same as yesterday,
Haulin’ what the world don’t wanna take away.
[Pre-Chorus – Building tension, heavier guitars creeping in]
Every bag feels like a chain ‘round my neck,
Every streetlight flickers like a broken promise I can’t forget.
[Chorus – Full nu-metal explosion: screamed/sung hybrid, massive riffs, double-kick drums]
I’m just out here FREEZIN’ MY BALLS slingin’ these bags in my overalls!
Wind cuttin’ through like a chainsaw call!
WAITING ON A TRASH TRUCK – yeah, that’s my life on pause!
Dumpster dreams and diesel exhaust –
I’m breakin’ my back for a paycheck that’s already lost!
FREEZIN’ MY BALLS – but I keep on haulin’ on!
[Verse 2 – Rap-infused, Linkin Park style: faster, aggressive, building frustration]
Yo, check it – four a.m., frost on my breath like smoke,
Arms burnin’ heavy, spine about to choke.
Neighbors still dreamin’, I’m out here dodgin’ dogs that bite,
Slingin’ yesterday’s regrets into the dead of night.
They say hard work builds character, man, that’s a lie they sell,
I got character in spades, but I’m livin’ in hell.
Radio blastin’ old country, tryin’ to drown the rage,
But the beat drops heavy when the anger takes the stage.
[Pre-Chorus – Screamed]
Every can I crush feels like crushin’ my pride,
Every route I run just a longer suicide!
[Chorus – Even bigger, layered vocals, add some electronic glitch/scratch effects]
I’m just out here FREEZIN’ MY BALLS slingin’ these bags in my overalls!
Wind cuttin’ through like a chainsaw call!
WAITING ON A TRASH TRUCK – yeah, that’s my life on pause!
Dumpster dreams and diesel exhaust –
I’m breakin’ my back for a paycheck that’s already lost!
FREEZIN’ MY BALLS – but I keep on haulin’ on!
[Bridge/Breakdown – Pure Linkin Park nu-metal chaos: half-rap, half-scream, drop-tuned chugs, maybe some turntable scratches]
I can’t keep crawlin’ in this skin no more!
These wounds from the cold, they won’t heal no more!
Fear how I crawl – confusin’ what is real!
Trash truck comin’, but it never feels…
LIKE IT’S ENOUGH! (ENOUGH!)
LIKE IT’S ENOUGH! (ENOUGH!)
I’m screamin’ at the sky while the bags keep pilin’ up!
[Final Chorus – Double-time, massive gang vocals, full band slam]
I’m just out here FREEZIN’ MY BALLS slingin’ these bags in my overalls!
WAITING ON A TRASH TRUCK – screamin’ till my voice is gone!
Yeah, I’m freezin’, I’m bleedin’, but I still carry on!
FREEZIN’ MY BALLS – in this endless dawn!
[Outro – Slow fade back to clean acoustic, distant siren/trash truck beep]
DaBarker
