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
Style
rockgritty blues-rock with punk edgesmale/female call-and-response vocals. dirty slide guitar intro into a swung mid-tempo groove; verses ride a tight bassline and dry snarethen lurch into heavyhalf-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 bluesbreaksbluesfemale vocals
Prompt
blues, blues rock, punk blues with breaks and heavy drops, cool intro, story telling in music, combined male/female vocals, lyrics about a hasty society, hard work, little pay, leisuretime priceless
Credits
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Demons_sanctuaryGeneratedJan 29, 2026
ModelAria v5
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