Queen of the Break Room

Yeah...

Clock in, head down,

Same old circus, same old clown.

Oi!

Walk through the doors, feel the tension in the air,

Got a little royal court sittin' round her chair.

Got the boss on speed dial, whisper in his ear,

Funny how the rules disappear when she appears.

Smile on her face, knife behind her back,

Passive-aggressive, always dressed as a fact.

"Seven cages done before your morning tea,

Didn't you do five all night? Must've been busy..."

Nah...

That ain't praise, that's poison in disguise,

Little cheap shots wrapped up in polite lies.

If you ain't in the clique then you're fair game,

High school politics with a company name.

They nod their heads...

They laugh on cue...

If you're not one of them,

They're coming for you.

Hey!

Bow to the Queen of the Break Room!

Making every shift feel like impending doom!

Got her loyal subjects lining up in rows,

Stepping on everybody just to feed her ego!

Whoa-oh!

We're sick of all the fake respect!

Weaponised compliments aimed straight at your neck!

You can keep your little kingdom made of fear—

We're still standing and we're still right here!

Double standards written into every day,

She can throw the punches, we can't answer back the same way.

Different rulebook, different referee,

Guess accountability forgot her VIP.

Every conversation got a hidden little jab,

Collecting dirty looks like a badge or a tab.

Building little empires one rumour at a time,

Calling it "banter" while crossing every line.

We're here for the graft, lifting pallets till we're sore,

Not competing in a popularity war.

Respect ain't measured by who's kissing the ring,

It's earned by the work—not the gossip you bring.

I'm done...

Biting my tongue...

Watching the favourites have all the fun.

One voice...

Turns into ten...

You can't keep everyone silent forever.

OI!

You can keep your fake smile!

OI!

Your little power trip!

OI!

Your paper crown's gonna crack!

When people stop playing along with your Sh*t

Hey!

Queen of the Break Room!

Your castle's built on rumours and cheap perfume!

Every little kingdom falls someday,

When people stop believing what you say!

Whoa-oh!

We're not your background cast!

Truth don't disappear 'cause you're talking loud and fast!

You can play the game, but we're done with the act—

Respect is earned...

And you never earned that!

Clock out.

Walk away.

Leave the drama for another day.

You can keep your throne...

We'll keep our pride.

Can't bully people forever...

Sooner or later...

The walls come down.