Bring me the head of first shift
[Intro: slow, sleazy organ + creaky ambiance] [Spoken, sarcastic tone] This is beginning to feel like a crucifixion I see you clockin’ out early with no conviction [Punchy bass groove drops] Pallets stacked like tombstones out on the dock [Snarl] And you smile with your clipboard like you’re punchin’ the clock [Grimy bass loop under shrill synth] Storekeepers whisper while Doug lifts with a grunt [Whisper] The LSPs are bleeding, every barcode a cunt [Rhythmic chug guitar enters] Orders piling high and no one’s pulling a ticket [Shouted] Their fifteen minutes of break turned into sixty, I’m sick of it --- [Bridge riff: circus organ + math-metal drums] Backdoor violation [Snarled growl] Shift change sets the scene Maggots in the paperwork Rotten pallets soaked in gasoline [Guitar screeches violently between lines] In a building full of ghosts Still feeding off the system [Scream] I lit the fuse, I sparked the rage, and now I’m burning all your legacy down [All scream] BURN IT ALL DOWN --- [Verse 2: funky walking bass, sarcastic tone] I.V. drippin' like sweat down the crack of my back Doug’s buried in receivers while you’re takin’ a nap [Snarl] P.M. truck’s unloaded by one man army [Chanted] There’s a war in the WHSE and you ain't got the guts to harm me --- [Chorus: loud, layered screams + falsetto harmony] Bring me the head of First Shift Bring me the head of First Shift [Ambient textures: scanner beeps, forklifts crashing] Nightmares barcode-scan into oblivion You have not even seen the last of Doug [Screamed with delay] What-do-you-want-me-to-say? [Low voice, serious] He wouldn't have it any other way [Build-up percussion] One day they'll find you with a forklift driven through your cubicle wall --- [Breakdown: echoing synth, tribal drums, filtered vocals] [Calm, spoken-word tone] Are you proud now? You're finally the shame of the line Searchlights in the aisle Your flame won’t turn this labor into time --- [Verse 3: jazz-metal swing rhythm, manic vocals] Storekeepers deliver the deathblow [Snarl] Penetrate the manifest like it’s your birthday Playtime for Hundreds in the breakroom You have not even seen the last of Doug What-do-you-want-me-to-say? He wouldn't have it any other way [Falsetto scream] One day they'll find you with a T-Card nailed inside of your skull --- [Bridge: industrial noise + echoing ghostly laughter] Cold, pale paper Jesus — seniority and horror [Snarl, then scream] Headless work orders — Doug's wrath is at your border The best excuses are all in the office [Jazz-blues organ riff] And the junkies pushin’ carts in the cage, can you stop this? [Screamed] CAN YOU DIG IT? --- [Build-up: war drums, glitching voices, crowd ambience] I've come here to eat your timecard [Growl, whispered underneath] Shove your pallet jack straight up your lanyard Keep your voice down or you'll wake the team lead Now we're startin' to get somewhere --- [Sudden stop, ambient drop, whispered line] If HR worked as hard as Doug... [Pause — then loud drop] You’d be pushing paperwork from a graveyard rug --- [Repeat Bridge: more aggressive delivery + chaotic layers] Cold, pale paper Jesus — seniority and horror Headless work orders — Doug's wrath is at your border The best excuses are all in the office And the junkies pushin’ carts in the cage, can you stop this? --- [Final Chorus: full chaos, layered vocals, screams, dissonant harmony] Storekeepers deliver the deathblow Penetrate the manifest like it’s your birthday Playtime for Hundreds in the breakroom You have not even seen the last of Doug What-do-you-want-me-to-say? He wouldn't have it any other way [Final scream, reverbed] One day they'll find you with a forklift driven through your cubicle wall --- [Outro: warped music box melody fading out, mixed with warehouse sounds — alarms, scanners, whispers]
