[Intro - Spoken] Two tickets left. Then we lock it up. [Verse 1] Two shifts deep, my apron’s wearing the night, Last pan rinsed clean, every burner gone white. Chef’s got the checklist, I’m counting the trays, Grease on my cuff from a hundred small plays. Stack chairs, sweep salt from the grout by the line, That clock says late, but the floor says it’s fine. Cold fries in a bowl, heel of bread for the ride, We made it through service with the whole crew beside. [Chorus] Kill the flame, turn the key, Long day done, let the back door breathe. Wipe it down, count to three, We close this place, then we’re finally free. [Verse 2] Dish pit’s quiet, just a drip in the sink, I sign out slow, too tired now to think. Mop bucket rolling like a cart with a limp, One last look at the pass and the stainless steel glint. Tip jar split, names scratched on the sheet, We traded bad jokes over aching feet. Tomorrow comes early; tonight, let it wait, I pull down the latch and walk out through the gate. [Chorus] Kill the flame, turn the key, Long day done, let the back door breathe. Wipe it down, count to three, We close this place, then we’re finally free. [Outro] Two shifts deep, but the crew got through. Lock that door. I’m going home too.
