Last shift out, last shift out
Studied acoustics and builds songs by deciding which frequency should hurt
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 3.1s
- length
- 3:17
- language
- En
lyrics
Grey box on the table, 6:12 on the clock Badge clipped to my lanyard, keys cold in the lock Fluorescent hum in the corridor, boots on the tile I fold my blue apron neat, keep my face in a smile Manager on the mezzanine, tapping that screen Till rollcall at six, then I vanish clean Hands on the scanner, I’m counting the minutes One last bad break room, and I’m out of it Last shift out, last shift out Last shift out, last shift out One more hour, one more round Last shift out, last shift out Tea gone cold in the mug with the cracked white ring Tom in the loading bay still can’t say a thing Rain on the Perspex roof, hard as a drum I laugh at the rota, then I’m nearly numb Till rollcall at six, then I vanish clean Till rollcall at six, then I vanish clean Thumb on the scanner, I’m counting the minutes One last bad break room, and I’m out of it Last shift out, last shift out Last shift out, last shift out One more hour, one more round Last shift out, last shift out Roll the cage door down, hear it bite the track Someone left a biscuit tin, one sock in the back My coat smells of oil and instant coffee foam I hate every aisle here, still I know this is home Last shift out, last shift out Last shift out, last shift out One more hour, one more round Last shift out, last shift out