Doorbuster signs flicker red Chain locks snap, gates shed The intercom crackles awake Muzak stutters, speakers break Grab a cart, aim it wide Down the aisle, let it ride Through the glass, make it drop Hear the whole storefront pop Take the shelves, clear them out Waxed floors slide, bodies shout Grab the last one on the rack Fight to the death, no turning back Fight to the death, seize every breath! Cashiers duck behind the till Black Friday turns to a drill Escalators grind, jammed tight Shoppers circle for the fight Bolt the doors, kill the hall lights Cut the Muzak, choke the bright lights No PA call, no exit sign Last cart standing claims the prize Fight to the death — closing time Lights dim, the speakers hiss Empty racks, a sale gone amiss Broken carts, a chrome graveyard One shopper left, breathing hard Mall lights cut, the dark moves in Fight to the death — the doorbuster wins
