

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock in, sand in my shoes Neon sun on a Monday noon Got bags, got boxes, stacked to my chin Kids yelling out and the crowd pouring in Headless horseman, I’m running these planks Chasing my body, chasing their thanks My name on the schedule, not on their lips Still I’m the one keeping this ship from a flip [Chorus] I’m the manager running this ride But they treat me like I’m just passing time Breaking my back while they roll their eyes Still I’m the one keeping this place alive Yeah, I’m the manager running this ride But I’m dying for a drop of pride [Verse 2] Supervisor walks by, never sees The sweat on my shirt, the shake in my knees Toys in my arms, whole cart on my hip They only notice if something might slip Tickets and tantrums, returns and repairs I’m fixing the mess like it’s just in the air “Do more, be more,” but when it gets rough I look around and it’s only me up front [Chorus] I’m the manager running this ride But they treat me like I’m just passing time Breaking my back while they roll their eyes Still I’m the one keeping this place alive Yeah, I’m the manager running this ride But I’m dying for a drop of pride [Bridge] One more shift One more storm One more day I keep this worn-out boardwalk warm One more time I tell myself I’m worth more than how they put me on the shelf (hey!) [Chorus] I’m the manager running this ride But they treat me like I’m just passing time Breaking my back while they roll their eyes Still I’m the one keeping this place alive Yeah, I’m the manager running this ride And I’m done letting you decide my life
Tags
Gritty pop-punk with male vocals, palm-muted guitars in the verses and wide open power chords in the hook. Busy bass shadows the vocal rhythm, tight punchy drums push everything forward. Choruses explode with gang vocals and shout-along lines; bridge drops to half-time with a snare-heavy stomp before a final, higher-key hook.
2:49
No
4/11/2026