[Intro: snare line rolls off, quads answer, bass drums hit four] [Verse 1: defiant joyful male MC, fast] Eleven years on a headset, got a groove in my hair like a crown Said "your call is important to us" till my own voice let me down Friday, four fifty-five, HR and a man I never met Said, "It isn't personal," said my name wrong, ain't fixed that shit yet Handed me a cardboard box for eleven years of stuff Stapler, cactus, picture of my daughter. Box was big enough "Security will walk you out." I said, "Hold on. Hold that thought" Made one call from the stairwell, best two hundred dollars of noise I ever bought Called the high school band room, they been raisin' money for a trip Two hundred and a pizza. Captain said, "Say less," and hung up quick [Hook: defiant male MC, drums answer every line] They gave me my marching orders, so I brought the drums Security, fall in behind me, here the whole line comes Eleven years in a chair, now I'm marchin' down the hall Snares on my left, quads on my right, bass drum shakin' the wall [Verse 2: defiant joyful male MC, grinning] Seventeen kids in white gloves through the revolvin' door Receptionist drops the phone, and it's ringin' on the floor Snare captain's five foot two with a buzz cut and a frown Hit a roll so hard the ceiling tiles came floatin' down Supervisor's on the phone with one finger in his ear Eleven years he never listened. Now the man can't hear Walked past every cubicle, slappin' every hand Big Mike from the night shift quit and fell in with the band Took the cactus, left the box, left the headset on the chair Left "please hold" on every line and walked out in the air [Hook: defiant male MC, drums answer every line] They gave me my marching orders, so I brought the drums Security, fall in behind me, here the whole line comes Eleven years in a chair, now I'm marchin' down the hall Snares on my left, quads on my right, bass drum shakin' the wall [Beat Switch: drum break, snare line and quads trade licks, no rap, bass drums thunder] [Verse 3: defiant male MC, half-time first, then full speed] Out the front door onto Fourth Street, traffic pullin' to the side Bus driver tappin' on the horn in time, the whole stop starin' wide Lady at the bus stop asks me, "What happened? What'd you win?" I said, "Ma'am, I just got fired," and she started dancin' in Every exit that I ever had, I left with my head down This one got a cadence and a bass drum and a crown Eleven years they paid me to sit still and stay put Now there's half a block behind me, and I'm leadin' it on foot [Final Hook: half-time, then the snares explode] They gave me my marching orders, so I brought the drums Security, fall in behind me, here the whole line comes Snares on my left, quads on my right, marchin' 'cause they made me They gave me my marching orders, best order they ever gave me [Outro: snare line rolls off, one cymbal crash, dead stop] [End]
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