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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock in, name tag on
Fold shirts till the rack looks born
Barcode beep in the dawn-lit aisle
Stockroom air and a tired smile
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta clean this mess
Gotta keep it straight
One more spill by the door
And it can wait
[Chorus]
Backroom, front row
Keep it moving, keep it low
Backroom, front row
I know how this thing goes
(Backroom, front row)
One box in, one box out
Till the closing bell comes down
[Verse 2]
Tape gun stuck on my thumb
Sweeping crumbs where the customers run
Karen at lane two needs a price
Kid with candy and a guilty grin
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta check that shelf
Gotta smile again
Even when my feet are wrecked
At the end
[Chorus]
Backroom, front row
Keep it moving, keep it low
Backroom, front row
I know how this thing goes
(Backroom, front row)
One box in, one box out
Till the closing bell comes down
[Bridge]
Break room chair, five-minute peace
Cold soda can and aching knees
Manager says we’re doing great
I lace my shoes and reset
[Final Chorus]
Backroom, front row
Keep it moving, keep it low
Backroom, front row
I know how this thing goes
(Backroom, front row)
One box in, one box out
When the closing bell comes down
(Backroom, front row)
Details
GeneratedApr 22, 2026
Duration2:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop-rock with midtempo bounce and crisp handclaps, verse rides tight palm-muted guitar and sneaky bass, pre-chorus strips to snapped percussion and rising harmony, chorus opens with big drums and chanty gang doubles. Close-mic lead with light rasp, stacked backing on hook words, tape-stop glitch before the second chorus, bell accents between lines, bright punchy mix with a warm live-room edge.
Credits
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Dreamdropsdimension
DreamdropsdimensionModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about working in a store
