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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm clock coughs at 6 a.m
Same black coffee
Same dead-end
Punch that number
Bite my tongue
Sell my hours
Buy back crumbs
[Chorus]
I got blood on the overtime
Coins in a broken jar
Digging through the days like dirt
Still I never get that far
Keep my head above the red line
Breathing in the factory air
Yeah
I'm working just to stand still
And they say that’s only fair
[Verse 2]
Boss man grins with perfect teeth
Says “be grateful
You can eat”
I shake hands with empty shelves
Do the math
It hurts like hell
[Chorus]
I got blood on the overtime
Coins in a broken jar
Digging through the days like dirt
Still I never get that far
Keep my head above the red line
Breathing in the factory air
Yeah
I'm working just to stand still
And they say that’s only fair
[Bridge]
Tell me
Is this living
Or slow-motion collapse?
Every raise they’re giving
Is just a tighter trap (yeah)
If I quit this prison
Would anyone care?
Or just another number
Vacant chair
[Chorus]
I got blood on the overtime
Coins in a broken jar
Digging through the days like dirt
Still I never get that far
Keep my hope inside a lunch pail
Carry it from shift to shift
If this is all I’m made for
Then this life is just a grift
[Outro]
Alarm clock coughs at 6 a.m
I hit snooze
Then go again
Details
GeneratedJan 20, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Grungy 90s alt-rock: dirty, detuned guitars through cranked tube amps, mid-tempo groove that lurches and surges. Male vocals, weary and raw in the verses with close, dissonant harmonies on key lines; choruses explode with doubled shouts and crash-heavy drums. Bass stays thick and slightly overdriven, locking a hypnotic, dragging pocket. Bridge drops to near-whispered vocal and tom-heavy pulse before a final, cathartic chorus.
Credits
Prompt byQuantumJunction447
ModelAria v5
Prompt
an alice in chains / nirvana style rock song about struggling to make a living, rock
