03-The Ballad of Skitch (BurgerPunk)

The Ballad of Skitch [Verse 1] I was back by the baskets, bag stack, bad back Flat top snapping, fry vat cracking like a trash compactor Shift half-clapped, all stress, no slack Then the front got loud real fast and weird after One sharp shout, one crash by the glass Cash girl dropped, whole counter staff went flat New kid froze stiff, eyes wide, mouth slack Skitch curled his lip once, said “down,” that was that [Chorus] Greasy grill goblin, Skitch on the shift Sneer in his mouth and a twitch in his wrist Greasy grill goblin, jaw tight, eyes lit Front room pops off, he still cooks through it Greasy grill goblin, smoke in his clothes Mean little bastard, yeah, everybody knows Greasy grill goblin, bent but alive Whole damn kitchen still runs on his time [Verse 2] Rail got stripped quick, tickets got picked off Two big combos disappeared mid-flip, gone Shake side shut, soda line spit foam Some fool out front still yelling while the light strobed I stayed low by the sink, heard Lou say “oh hell” Heard Mara hit tile, heard somebody yell “get down” Skitch stayed on the grill, no grace, no help speech Just tapped Lou with the tongs, said “move, keep the meat hot” [Verse 3] That’s Skitch all day, slick spite, short fuse Twitch-fast, chin tucked, bad mood, work boots Jabs low ranks if they drag with the rush Talks like a cut, keeps a whole line up I seen him save fools same way he treats fools Cuss, shove, drag cover, then back to the heat tools That ain’t kind, that ain’t clean, that ain’t fixed That’s what pressure makes when it grows up named Skitch [Chorus] Greasy grill goblin, Skitch on the shift Sneer in his mouth and a twitch in his wrist Greasy grill goblin, jaw tight, eyes lit Front room pops off, he still cooks through it Greasy grill goblin, smoke in his clothes Mean little bastard, yeah, everybody knows Greasy grill goblin, bent but alive Whole damn kitchen still runs on his time [Bridge] Printer still chattered, fryer still hissed Vent hood rattled like a bad old ship Manager vanished, no one said shit We just kept that line alive with the hands of Skitch [Verse 4] By the time all-clear came, board looked thin Half those names on the rail never walked back in Skitch wiped once, switched buns, checked beef temps Like dread got eight seconds max on expense I looked at him sideways, he looked at me like “What, you new to this life?” then he cut back right Flat top sparking, banter all dead Just that greasy little goblin and the grill going red [Final Chorus] Greasy grill goblin, Skitch on the shift Sneer in his mouth and a twitch in his wrist Greasy grill goblin, jaw tight, eyes lit Front room pops off, he still cooks through it Greasy grill goblin, smoke in his clothes Mean little bastard, yeah, everybody knows Greasy grill goblin, bent but alive Whole damn kitchen still runs on his time