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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rock at the fuel pump
Mark by the faded line
Name tag crooked, coffee cold
Gives you that dead-eye sign
Grumpy in the diesel rain
Muttering under his breath again
Tiny gauge, tired hands
Clock stuck in the same old sand
[Chorus]
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Keeping all the buses rolling through the gloom
Small pump humming, brush has no head
They stash their bad days out back in the shed
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Early morning start in a half-lit room
Half a week working, rest of it gone
But they keep this busted depot hanging on (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Kathy in the corner
Stick handle scraped and bare
Sweeping up the gravel dust
Like she’s erasing air
Laugh lines under purple dye
Tired but she still says hi
Quiet grin behind the steam
Bleach and engine smoke and dreams
[Chorus]
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Keeping all the buses rolling through the gloom
Small pump humming, brush has no head
They stash their bad days out back in the shed
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Early morning start in a half-lit room
Half a week working, rest of it gone
But they keep this busted depot hanging on (hey!)
Details
GeneratedApr 18, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy garage rock with male vocals; fuzzy guitar riff locks to a steady mid-tempo groove, bass riding the root with occasional slides. Verses stay tight and driving, kick and snare upfront; chorus widens with doubled vocals and open chords. Brief tambourine and shout-backs lift the hook, leaving room for a raw, almost live-room mix., clean
Credits
Prompt byGrandNinja191
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Rock. Mark the fuel pump. Kathy the broom. Mark grumpy and mean. Kathy does the clean. Keep the buses rolling. Hiding in the shed. Early morning start. Works half a week. Small pump. Brush has no head
