Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock in under glass
Smile at the door
He says, "You're lucky"
Like I've heard it before
He moves the goal line
Then blames my feet
Says, "You heard me wrong"
When he cuts the seat
My coffee goes cold
My jaw stays tight
I count my breaths
On the ride home at night
[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep my head down
Keep my name clean
But the air in that office
Gets under my skin
[Chorus]
It's a thankless job
A no-win song
He makes me doubt
Where I belong
It's a thankless job
I hear that line
And my hands start shaking
Every time
[Verse 2]
He rewrites the story
Then asks me to say
That black is white
And wrong's okay
He stacks up the work
Like bricks in rain
Then calls me "too slow"
When I carry the pain
My doctor says stress
Can live in the chest
Well, I learned that lesson
With the rest of the mess
Now the alarm on my phone
Feels like a fight
And my stomach drops out
Before the sun's even bright
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep my badge on
Like a weight on chain
And I chew through the panic
Just to make rent again
[Chorus]
It's a thankless job
A no-win song
He makes me doubt
Where I belong
It's a thankless job
I hear that line
And my hands start shaking
Every time
[Bridge]
One day I'll walk out
Leave the keys on the desk
Let the silence answer
What he couldn't respect
I am not the problem
I am not his storm
I was never built
To be broken and worn
[Chorus]
It's a thankless job
A no-win song
He makes me doubt
Where I belong
It's a thankless job
But I know my name
And I'm done carrying
His shame
[Outro]
Clock out under glass
Breathe hard, then go
Some nights the fear stays
But I let it go
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration4:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
Heartland rock ballad with driving toms, chiming electric guitar, and a steady mid-tempo pulse; verse rides close-mic and weary, pre-chorus opens with rising harmony and snare lift, chorus hits with gang vocals and wide chord swells. Male vocals, bruised lead with double-tracked lines, short delay throws on key phrases, harmonica-like synth bends, tape hiss into the first downbeat, final chorus blooms with handclaps and an organ pad. Bright, punchy, and gritty with an intimate center., ballad
Credits
Prompt byGroovyWolf743
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A bruce springsting style ballad about a toxic and gaslighting boss, a thankless job, and the anxiety disorder that the job has caused., male
