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[Verse 1]
Clock says seven, coffee says not yet,
Walk through the door, already got regrets.
Phone starts ringing before I sit my ass down,
Somebody lost something that was never even found.
Radio crackles, “Hey boss, got a minute?”
I know damn well there’s some bullshit in it.
Haven’t been here ten minutes, I’ve already had enough,
Take a sip of coffee and whisper—
What the fuck?
[Pre-Chorus]
Every day I tell myself,
“Today might not be that bad.”
Then somebody opens their mouth,
And there goes that.
[Chorus]
W-T-F!
What the fuck is happening now?
W-T-F!
How’d we fuck this one up somehow?
I fix one problem, three more show up,
Coffee’s gone cold and I’ve had enough.
But I’m still standing, so I guess that’s luck—
Another day at work going WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Verse 2]
One guy vanished, one’s glued to his phone,
One swears he’s working—ain’t done shit all day long.
Someone missed the call, someone missed the point,
And somehow I’m the bastard running this joint.
Got emails, phone calls, reports stacked high,
And everybody’s got a reason, excuse, or alibi.
I don’t need a raise, I need divine intervention,
Or five damn minutes without somebody needing attention.
[Chorus]
W-T-F!
What the fuck is happening now?
W-T-F!
Who the hell screwed the pooch this time around?
I put out fires I didn’t fucking start,
Smile on my face while I’m dying in my heart.
Eight hours? Twelve? Man, who gives a fuck—
Every damn shift is WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Bridge]
I could quit…
Drive straight home…
Throw this radio out the window
And turn off my phone.
But bills don’t care.
Responsibilities don’t quit.
So I finish my coffee,
Stand back up—
And deal with this shit.
[Breakdown]
“Boss, we got a problem.”
…Of course we fucking do.
[Final Chorus]
W-T-F!
Welcome back to the circus again!
W-T-F!
Where the bullshit never fucking ends!
If common sense was currency, we’d all be broke,
At this point the whole damn thing’s a joke.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be back—same time, same stuff,
Coffee in my hand thinking—
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
[Outro]
Clock out.
Go home.
Get some sleep.
Tomorrow?
…WTF.
Details
GeneratedJul 31, 2026
Duration3:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty dark country hard rock, heavy riffs, stomping drums, raspy male vocals, angry humor, explosive chant-along chorus
Credits
Prompt byLitComet266
ModelAria v5.5
