(Intro: The industrial ticking gets louder, layered with the rhythmic "clack-clack" of a heavy chain. A massive, distorted sub-bass kick slams in, vibrating with a heavy, rhythmic grit. The sound of a pneumatic air-wrench firing in a rhythmic pattern becomes part of the beat.) Verse 1 (Gravelly, spoken-word baritone—heavily bit-crushed and rhythmic) Fuck off, Roland. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. Fuck off, Roland. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. First shift... fuck-ass. Roland... fuck off. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. (The beat stutter-steps) Now. Now. Now. You’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. Verse 2 (The bassline gets "greasier," a sliding, distorted synth growl) Fuck off, Roland, 'cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass. Roland, fuck off, 'cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass. A daylight-chasing, first-shift fuck-ass. A Carl-loving, first-shift fuck-ass. Fuck off, Roland. Just fuck off, Roland. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. Build-Up 1 (The tempo feels like it's accelerating. A sampled slide guitar starts chirping like a broken alarm. Rhythmic handclaps start fast and dry.) Fuck off. (Clap) Fuck off. (Clap) First-shift. (Clap) Fuck-ass. (Clap) Roland... Roland... Roland... (The synth frequency rises to a piercing, industrial shriek) Drop / Chorus 1 (Maximum industrial rave energy. A heavy, driving 4/4 floor-thumping kick. The bass is a wall of distorted electricity that feels heavy and ominous.) FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! (Harmonica wails are processed through a heavy flanger, screaming like a jet engine) FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS NOW! Verse 3 (The beat breaks down into a gritty, mid-tempo trip-hop shuffle. Lo-fi vinyl crackle intensifies.) First-shift fuck-ass. Yeah, that’s you, Roland. Fuck off with the sunrise. Fuck off with the coffee. Fuck off with the khakis. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. (Voice panning hard left to right) Fuck off... fuck off... fuck off... Verse 4 (The industrial acid house synths return, pulsating with "swaggering" paranoia) You’re a first-shift fuck-ass, Roland, fuck off. You’re a first-shift fuck-ass, Roland, fuck off. You’re a first-shift fuck-ass, Roland, fuck off. Go and drive for Carl, you first-shift fuck-ass. Go and be a "hero," you first-shift fuck-ass. But fuck off, Roland. 'Cause you’re a first-shift fuck-ass now. Build-Up 2 (The percussion gets denser. Samples of air-brakes hissing are pitched up and down rhythmically.) He’s a fuck-ass. (First shift!) He’s a fuck-ass. (First shift!) Roland... Roland... FUCK. OFF. FUCK. OFF. (The tension peaks with a cavernous, echoing boom) Drop / Chorus 2 (The "London Underground" energy hits its peak. Massive distorted bassline, driving breakbeat.) FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! (Slide guitar screams in a high, distorted register) FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS! YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS NOW! (Repeated 4x with increasing vocal distortion) Bridge (Everything drops out but a low, vibrating synth hum and a distant, echoing police siren. Spoken-word baritone, very intimate and cold.) You think you’re better, Roland? 'Cause you see the sun? You’re just a fuck-ass in a different time zone. A first-shift... Carl-worshipping... Back-stabbing... Fuck-ass. (Sarcastic, dry laugh) So fuck off. For real this time. Final Chaos Outro (The beat returns one last time, but it’s "broken"—distorted, glitchy, and punishingly heavy.) FUCK OFF! (First shift!) ROLAND! (Fuck-ass!) FUCK OFF, ROLAND, 'CAUSE YOU’RE A FIRST-SHIFT FUCK-ASS NOW! (Vocal starts looping and pitching down into a demonic growl) Fuck-ass... Fuck-ass... Fuck-ass... (The sound of a truck horn blares and then distorts into a long, digital drone that fades into the sound of wind on an empty highway.)
