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Lyrics
[Verse]
The clock strikes twelve
The moon hangs low
Forklifts hum where shadows grow
They stack the crates all wrong again
Lord
Give me strength
I count to ten
[Chorus]
Late at the warehouse
It’s always the same
Questions so foolish
It’s a crying shame
I’m the boss
The one they call
But I can’t fix stupid
No
Not at all
[Verse 2]
Jimmy asks
"Does this go here?"
It’s labeled red—ain’t that clear?
Sarah’s lost
She dropped the key
How did I end up with this motley spree?
[Prechorus]
I hear 'em call
I hear 'em moan
"Boss
I’m stuck!"—I’m better off alone
[Chorus]
Late at the warehouse
It’s always the same
Questions so foolish
It’s a crying shame
I’m the boss
The one they call
But I can’t fix stupid
No
Not at all
[Bridge]
Pallets leaning
Nearly falling down
A circus act in this sorry town
I dream of silence
A world so still
Where no one’s asking
"Boss
What’s the drill?"
Details
GeneratedOct 28, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
steady rhythm, folk, male vocals, acoustic guitar with a hint of harmonica, country
Credits
Prompt byEpicHarmonic835
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about working late at the warehouse. Everyone is so dumb. I’m the boss. They keep asking dumb questions, country, folk
