

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Woke up late Still up first Coffee bitter Day gets worse Clock keeps barking Like it owns my name (hey!) Tie these tired hands To another day the same [Verse 1] Boss man laughing From a leather chair We punch numbers Till there’s nothing there Rent due Friday By Thursday I’m broke Counting these coins Like the butt of a joke [Pre-Chorus] [Male voice] They sell us speed Call it “living the dream” But I’m stuck in this rush Like a rusted machine [Female voice] I’m staring at screens Just to scrape by Heartbeat hidden In a spreadsheet lie [Chorus] We live fast in a hasty city Hard work Little pay No pity Trade our time for a paper chain Leisure days washing off the strain Don’t clock me out When the sun goes low My freedom starts When the deadlines go These two days Yeah They save my soul Weekend minutes Worth more than gold [Verse 2] Subway packed Like a busted vein Everyone twitching On a jittery train Kids see parents Through a phone-glass glare We’re all “in touch” But we’re never there [Pre-Chorus] [Female voice] They feed us ads Call it “love and care” While we chase our tails Through polluted air [Male voice] But I got plans When the sirens fade I’ll steal back time That they never made [Chorus] We live fast in a hasty city Hard work Little pay No pity Trade our time for a paper chain Leisure days washing off the strain Don’t clock me out When the sun goes low My freedom starts When the deadlines go These two days Yeah They save my soul Weekend minutes Worth more than gold [Bridge] [Heavy drop – drums and bass slam in] [Both] Raise a glass For the unpaid hours For the songs we hum In fluorescent towers For the slow walks home On an endless night For the stolen laughs Till the morning light (oh yeah) [Chorus] [Male + Female] We live fast in a hasty city Hard work Little pay Still gritty Cut these chains from my weary hands Priceless time that they can’t demand Don’t clock me out When the sun goes low Our freedom starts When the deadlines go These two days Yeah They save our soul Leisure time Worth more than gold
Tags
rock, Gritty blues-rock with punk edges, male/female call-and-response vocals. Dirty slide guitar intro into a swung mid-tempo groove; verses ride a tight bassline and dry snare, then lurch into heavy, half-time drops on the hook. Gang shouts and doubled harmonies in the chorus; occasional organ stabs and tambourine lift the energy. Final chorus stretches out with ad-libs and a big crash ending., punk blues, breaks, blues, female vocals
3:28
No
1/29/2026