Double Duty [Blues Rock, Grunge, Raw Female Vocals, Distorted Guitar, Heavy Drums, High Energy, Anthemic, Grit] [Intro] [Sound of a phone ringing non-stop, mixed with heavy guitar feedback] [Drums kick in—Boom-bap-boom-boom-bap (Heavy, sluggish groove)] [Guitar riff is dirty, low, and menacing] (Pick up the phone...) (Pick up the damn phone!) [Verse 1] [Vocals are low, simmering with annoyance] I’m in the back, trying to room a patient But the phones are ringing like a siren in the station I look up front, and what do I see? Panic in your eyes, looking back at me. You can’t handle the queue, you can’t handle the heat So I drag my boots up to the front seat. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitar rhythm gets faster, chugging hard] I grab the scanner, I take the copay I’m saving your life, I’m saving your day! Do I get a smile? Do I get some grace? No, just a scowl on your miserable face! [Chorus] [High Energy, Anthemic, Vocal Belting/Screaming] I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! I’m working back and front! And all I get from you is a heavy sigh and grunt! Yeah, I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! Cleaning up your mess While you sit there and complain about your stress! If you hate your job, then hit the door ‘Cause I can’t carry you anymore! [Verse 2] [Bass guitar drives this verse—thumping and aggressive] You roll your eyes when I ask for a chart Like asking you to work is tearing you apart You’re rude to the staff, you’re cold as ice Would it kill you one time to just be nice? I got vitals to take, I got doctors to run I don’t have time to be your hired gun! [Chorus] [Full volume, crash cymbals, pure grunge grit] I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! I’m working back and front! And all I get from you is a heavy sigh and grunt! Yeah, I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! Cleaning up your mess While you sit there and complain about your stress! If you hate your job, then hit the door ‘Cause I can’t carry you anymore! [Bridge] [Music drops out to just a distorted guitar picking a single note] [Vocals are whisper-gritty, building tension] The glass wall... It separates the waiting room from the hall. But it don’t separate you from the truth. [Drums start a slow build roll] We’re drowning in patients... And you’re drowning in attitude. [Guitar scream] FIX YOUR FACE! [Guitar Solo] [Wild, screeching blues solo—sounds like pure chaos and ringing phones] [Chorus] [Maximum energy, raspy vocals] I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! I’m working back and front! And all I get from you is a heavy sigh and grunt! Yeah, I’m doing DOUBLE DUTY! Cleaning up your mess While you sit there and complain about your stress! I’m done! [Outro] [Heavy chugging riff slows down to a stomp] Appreciate the help... Or do it yourself. [Final heavy drum hit] [Sound of a phone being slammed onto the receiver]