

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Punch in late Coffee in hand Leans on the counter Scrolls through his feed again Says, "Man, they’d crash If I called out" While the rest of us Drag cable, push pallets around [Chorus] He wants forty bucks an hour For standing in the aisle and talking tough Says he runs this whole place But never lifts a box, that’s rich enough While we’re loading up the trucks He’s leaning on the counter for a smoke and a shower King of doing nothing much Still screaming that he’s worth forty bucks an hour (hey) [Verse 2] Orders all wrong Blames the screen Blames the system Blames the whole damn team Labels crooked Paperwork blank But he’s got stories ’Bout how he built this bank [Chorus] He wants forty bucks an hour For standing in the aisle and talking tough Says he runs this whole place But never lifts a box, that’s rich enough While we’re loading up the trucks He’s leaning on the counter for a smoke and a shower King of doing nothing much Still screaming that he’s worth forty bucks an hour [Bridge] "I do everything" He says it every day (every day) But if "everything" Means getting in the way We’ll clock him out While he’s counting phantom pay Dreaming ’bout a raise On his fifteen-minute break [Chorus] He wants forty bucks an hour For standing in the aisle and talking tough Says he runs this whole place But never lifts a box, that’s rich enough While we’re loading up the trucks He’s leaning on the counter for a smoke and a shower King of doing nothing much Still screaming that he’s worth forty bucks an hour Still screaming that he’s worth forty bucks an hour
Tags
rock, Fast, crunchy pop-punk with male vocals, palm-muted power chords exploding into a shout-along chorus. Tempos stays driving and anxious; verses tight and snarky, bass locked with kick. Choruses open with gang vocals and big cymbal crashes. Brief half-time bridge with shouted call-and-response, then final chorus double-time to close., emo, pop punk, punk
3:15
No
4/17/2026