Shove It To The Moon

[Verse 1]
Clock in
Clock out
Same gray hall
Same fake smile
On every wall
Email wars
All-caps rage
Tiny kings
On a tiny stage
[Pre-Chorus]
Every memo feels like chains
Every meeting steals my veins
[Chorus]
You can take this job
And shove it to the moon
All the petty little power trips
Can’t haunt me in my room
You can take that endless whining
Every soul-sucking afternoon
Yeah
Take this job
And shove it to the moon (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Micromanaged
Breath on my neck
Clipboard heroes
Keeping me in check
Backstab brunches
Whispers in the break
Smiling while they
Measure what they’ll take
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been biting down my tongue
Now I’m spitting out my lungs
[Chorus]
You can take this job
And shove it to the moon
All the ladder-climbing parasites
All the brown-nose perfume
You can keep your fake promotions
Your fluorescent-lit saloon
Yeah
Take this job
And shove it to the moon
[Bridge]
I’m done being quiet in the corner
Done being grateful for the crumbs
Here’s my badge
Here’s my number
Here’s my “see ya
I’m done”
[Chorus]
You can take this job
And shove it to the moon
All your empty Friday pizzas
Can’t buy back what I lose
I’m walking out the front door laughing
Humming my own tune
You can take this job
Yeah
Take this job
And shove it to the moon

Crunchy alt-rock with a swung, mid-tempo groove, distorted rhythm guitars and a snarling male vocal. Verses stay tight and talky with palm-muted riffs; chorus explodes with open chords, gang shouts, and a chanty hook. Brief breakdown before the final hook, bass and drums driving, then a hard stop on the last word.