A Perfect Job For A Blue Bob

Female voice, Minimalistic cyberpunk singer-songwriter with minimum instrument deep electric bass guitar as the main instrument, Song starts with a dry improvised bass jam session feeling, fragmented rhythmic bass plucks, loose timing, intimate spoken-word storytelling by a sarcastic female voice, Gradually evolves into energetic alternative bass-driven indie rock with subtle electronic textures and urban cyberpunk atmosphere, Warm but gritty female vocals, deadpan humor, conversational delivery, emotional irony, stylish Night City lounge vibe, Verses feel personal and story-driven with groove-focused basslines and light percussion, Chorus explodes with high energy, aggressive attitude, shouted layered vocals, powerful bass distortion, driving drums, and rebellious punk emotion, Dark humor, cynical charm, underground club atmosphere, catchy hooks, human frustration, stylish dystopian mood, raw but clean production, intimate

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“So… Project called me the other day. 
Said somethin’ about me having a rough time ever since I burned down Elysium.
Which is fair.
 I mean… emotionally?  Sure.
Financially?  Apparently worse.
 well maybe … I mean my account balance was kinda in the red…
Ok… Ok!! It was deep infrared alright…

So then he said : ‘Rei… please get a job Today.’

And I was like:
“What a pain in the ass.”
But he was right.  Turns out, Me a queen, actually needed a job… in that doomed city!

So I said: “Easy peasy. Gimme an hour or less… this’ll be safe choom.

I call this Song: 
“A perfect job for the Blue Bob””

[Verse 1]
So let’s see what we got
pretty hot, Nice face, nice ass, 
Perfect match  for a waitress
What can go wrong  let’s do a shot

But not some Fancy restaurant “Excuse me sir  here, madam”
Hell of a  snobbish paradise
Start small let’s try Buck-A-Slice

[pre chorus]
Said done, 
Walked in. 
Two words. 
Job’s mine. 
See, P.? 
Easy!

”eight hours later”

[Chorus]
FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU TOO!
HUMANS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!
Pretty much everyone tried to kiss or kill me Pure coincidence everyone’s still alive
„Approximately“

[Verse 2]
So let’s see what we got (else)
Good bearings, steady Hand, led foot
Be a driver?  yeah that’s good!
What can go wrong let’s do a shot

But not some deathwish wheelman
“Simple job: drive in, drive out”
Yeah sure go scrap another gonk
I’ll drive a cab: gas, brake, honk

[pre chorus]
Said done, 
Walked in. 
Two words. 
Job’s mine. 
See, P.?
So EZ!

”four fare runs later”

[Chorus]
FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU TOO!
HUMANS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!
Pretty much everyone tried to rob or kill me
One dead, one without head, cab wrecked, me freakin mad
„Surprisingly“

[post chorus]
Yeah kindergarten, lil humans 
Some snot-nosed brat menace
called me robot with no heart.
Relax, the teeth grow back.

[post chorus]
An ad for a Braindance Actress 
BD Actress… 
Like bidet Actress! — Get it?
Oh, guys forget it!

[post chorus]
Why not join the NCPD 
a gun and a nice new outfit
cuffed gold guy, refused a bribe
Got fired! Oh really? Screw  it!

Failed
Fired
Failed again
Then nailed

[outro]
realised my thinking error: 
 “If ya wanna find somethin’
Just stop searchin’”
Met some guys with cold minds
And hot hearts for tech parts
Now I receive my paycheck
from the freakin’ Militech
Call me corpo call me rat
Hey fuck you
coz for me
a perfect match!

A perfect match

(A perfect match)
Like I said: easy peasy choom

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STTZ-01069DAD8E0F29E8B8F89DF4 “So… Project called me the other day.  Said somethin’ about me having a rough time ever since I burned down Elysium. Which is fair.  I mean… emotionally? Sure. Financially? Apparently worse.  well maybe … I mean my account balance was kinda in the red… Ok… Ok!! It was deep infrared alright… So then he said : ‘Rei… please get a job Today.’ And I was like: “What a pain in the ass.” But he was right.  Turns out, Me a queen, actually needed a job… in that doomed city! So I said: “Easy peasy. Gimme an hour or less… this’ll be safe choom. I call this Song: “A perfect job for the Blue Bob”” [Verse 1] So let’s see what we got pretty hot, Nice face, nice ass, Perfect match for a waitress What can go wrong let’s do a shot But not some Fancy restaurant “Excuse me sir here, madam” Hell of a snobbish paradise Start small let’s try Buck-A-Slice [pre chorus] Said done, Walked in. Two words. Job’s mine. See, P.? Easy! ”eight hours later” [Chorus] FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU TOO! HUMANS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! Pretty much everyone tried to kiss or kill me Pure coincidence everyone’s still alive „Approximately“ [Verse 2] So let’s see what we got (else) Good bearings, steady Hand, led foot Be a driver? yeah that’s good! What can go wrong let’s do a shot But not some deathwish wheelman “Simple job: drive in, drive out” Yeah sure go scrap another gonk I’ll drive a cab: gas, brake, honk [pre chorus] Said done, Walked in. Two words. Job’s mine. See, P.? So EZ! ”four fare runs later” [Chorus] FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU TOO! HUMANS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! Pretty much everyone tried to rob or kill me One dead, one without head, cab wrecked, me freakin mad „Surprisingly“ [post chorus] Yeah kindergarten, lil humans  Some snot-nosed brat menace called me robot with no heart. Relax, the teeth grow back. [post chorus] An ad for a Braindance Actress  BD Actress…  Like bidet Actress! — Get it? Oh, guys forget it! [post chorus] Why not join the NCPD a gun and a nice new outfit cuffed gold guy, refused a bribe Got fired! Oh really? Screw it! Failed Fired Failed again Then nailed [outro] realised my thinking error:  “If ya wanna find somethin’ Just stop searchin’” Met some guys with cold minds And hot hearts for tech parts Now I receive my paycheck from the freakin’ Militech Call me corpo call me rat Hey fuck you coz for me a perfect match! A perfect match (A perfect match) Like I said: easy peasy choom

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