[Intro: elevator ding, a floor buffer hums, a key ring jangles] Ten o'clock Lights down [Hook: male crew chief leads, crew shouts the answers] After ten, this tower's ours (ours!) Every key on the ring, every view, every shower (ours!) You run it in the daylight, we run it after hours (ours!) And we know who sent the flowers (shh) [Verse 1: male crew chief, slow swagger, boom-bap stomps] Nine to five, I'm wallpaper, a gray shirt with a name Suits step around my bucket like a puddle in the rain Eight hundred "good mornings," and not a damn one of 'em to me That's fine. Ten o'clock, I got the ring with every key Last suit takes the elevator, lights drop down to half Buffer hummin' like a bass line, and the crew start to laugh Rosa runs the forties, Big Lou got the lobby on lock Little Tran in the parkin' deck, singin' opera to the clock [Flow switch: half-time swagger, leaned all the way back] Corner office. Leather chair. Feet up on the glass Eatin' almonds out the boss's jar, a handful at a pass Forty floors of city lit like it's shinin' for the crew He paid for the view, but I'm the one who wipes it so he can see through [Hook: crew shouts the answers] After ten, this tower's ours (ours!) Every key on the ring, every view, every shower (ours!) You run it in the daylight, we run it after hours (ours!) And we know who sent the flowers (shh) [Verse 2: crew chief, lower, menace with a grin] Every secret in this building ends up in a bag Every bag ends up in my hand with a knot and a tag Three drafts of a resignation, crumpled up on twenty-two Hotel receipt for two, and his wife was out of town. Who's number two? Pills in the desk of the man who fires people for callin' in sick Board room smell like a fight at eight and a deal by nine, real quick [Bridge: beat drops to the buffer hum, crew chief calm and close, spoken] Relax We ain't gon' tell nobody We just want you to know We know Say good mornin' [Beat Switch: buffer cuts, drums double, crew shouts on the off-beats] [Verse 3: crew chief, double-time, sunrise] Five fifty-nine, we roll the carts out the freight door in a line Sun comin' up on the glass that we wiped for the thousandth time First suit through the lobby, coffee, tie, and a ring on his hand Hotel Receipt held the door for me and said "Mornin'" like a man Called me "sir," too. Look at that. Nine years and now it's "sir" Funny what a little bag'll do to a man's manners, that's for sure Rosa got a "mornin'," Lou got a nod, and Tran got a wave Whole tower learnin' manners. Took one bag and one day [Final Hook: crew on every word] After ten, this tower's ours (ours!) Every key on the ring, every view, every shower (ours!) You run it in the daylight, we run it after hours (ours!) And we know who sent the flowers (shh) [Outro: elevator ding, the crew whispers "ours," the buffer powers down]
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