Spin Cycle World War

[Verse 1]
Scroll the headlines
World's on fire again
Talking heads scream
Like it's the bitter end
Got a push alert
For the end of days
But the sink's full of dishes
And the rent's still late
[Pre-Chorus]
Is this apocalypse
Or just a Monday
My brain's a traffic jam
In the subway
They say it's over
On the TV crawl
But my mom keeps texting
"Did you call?"
[Chorus]
We might be on the brink of World War Three
But the laundry still ain't folding itself for me
If the sky falls down
I’ll be in aisle nine
Buying bleach and snacks
Like I’ll be fine
If this is how the whole world ends
I’ll be sorting lights and darks again
Dancing in my kitchen
While the sirens scream
Caught between a spin cycle
And a fever dream
[Verse 2]
Gas mask chic
On the fashion feed
Talk of bunkers
And emergency seeds
Got an air raid drill
On the evening news
But my trash goes out Tuesday
What else can I do
[Pre-Chorus]
Is this the big one
Or just a bad year
My cart’s full of coupons
And a hint of fear
They say "stock up
On canned relief"
I'm like "add coffee
And some floss for my teeth"
[Chorus]
We might be on the brink of World War Three
But the laundry still ain't folding itself for me
If the sky falls down
I’ll be in aisle nine
Buying bleach and snacks
Like I’ll be fine
If this is how the whole world ends
I’ll be sorting lights and darks again
Dancing in my kitchen
While the sirens scream
Caught between a spin cycle
And a fever dream
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time
Vocal close and dry]
If the power cuts
I’ve got candles and wine
If the timeline melts
I’ll still stand in line
If the ceiling cracks
And the ground starts to shake
I’ll be scrubbing that ring
Around the bathtub drain (hey!)
[Chorus]
We might be on the brink of World War Three
But the laundry still ain't folding itself for me
If the sky falls down
I’ll be in aisle nine
Buying bleach and snacks
Like I’ll be fine
If this is how the whole world ends
I’ll be sorting lights and darks again
Dancing in my kitchen
While the sirens scream
Caught between a spin cycle
And a fever dream
[Outro]
Turn the news down low
Turn the music up
If it’s all gonna blow
I’ll still wash this cup
End of everything?
Guess we’ll wait and see
I’ve got dust on the shelf
And a war on TV

dance, Glossy uptempo pop-dance with shimmering synth stabs, bright sidechain pads, and a four-on-the-floor kick that never lets up. Female vocals playful but urgent, almost talk-sung in the verses, then exploding into a wide, shout-along chorus with stacked harmonies. Tight bass groove keeps it bouncy; tiny stop-and-drop before each chorus for maximum dancefloor impact. Bridge adds a half-time feel, vocoder touches, then slams back into the final hook., female vocals, country, world, pop