[Intro | dusty Hammond loop alone, exhaust fan hum, drums drop in bar five] [Hook | chanted, straight eighths, end-stopped, chest drops on 'out'] Who's the last one out? Who's the last one out? Fryer off, mats up, who's the last one out? Twelve hours deep, tell me who's the last one out? [Verse 1 | behind the kick, medium density, end-stopped bars, clipped front consonants] Last ticket printed at eleven-forty, then the printer quit Pulled the rail, killed the lamps, wiped the pass where the plates sit Dish guy dipped at twelve, so the pit is mine to finish Hotel pans stacked high, crusted rice and creamed spinach Flat-top still talking, so I hit it with the brick Brick in the left, scraper in the right, quick Lemon water on the steel, watch the black lift in the steam Sixteen hours on these feet and the surface coming clean Filter the fryer, drain it slow, I don't rush the oil Got a shiny patch on my wrist from the night it boiled Four-ten covers, lunch and dinner, nobody counting but me Owner home asleep and I'm the one holding the key (yeah) [Hook | chanted, straight eighths, end-stopped, doubled tight] Who's the last one out? Who's the last one out? Fryer off, mats up, who's the last one out? Twelve hours deep, tell me who's the last one out? [Break | scratched soul vocal chop, two bars, drums hold the pocket] [Verse 2 | leans ahead a hair, stacked internal rhymes, gaps between syllables tighten] Walk-in sitting thirty-eight, Sharpie on the tape, every quart dated Wrap the sixth pans tight, first in, first out, that's how I was raised in it Mats out back, hose 'em down by the dumpster in the alley Cat on a milk crate watching like he running the tally Degreaser on the hood, that orange smell over old grease Floor drain gurgle, wringer squeal, then nothing, then peace Fluorescent tubes humming a note nobody sing Radio been dead since six and I don't miss a thing Sanitizer buckets dumped, rags in the bin for the truck Knives wiped, rolled up, nobody touch 'em, that's luck Mop it in a figure eight, back my way to the door Don't step on what I cleaned, that's the only rule for the floor [Hook | chanted, straight eighths, grit at the top, doubled tight] Who's the last one out? Who's the last one out? Fryer off, mats up, who's the last one out? Twelve hours deep, tell me who's the last one out? [Break | scratched soul vocal chop, kick drops out, just hats and kitchen hum] [Verse 3 | conversational, sparse, deep behind the beat, close-mic dry, breath audible] Lean on the back door, family meal in a deli quart Last of the short rib over rice, eat it with my fingers, short Hands smell like bleach and garlic, that don't wash out by Monday Back in at ten tomorrow, yeah, I know, it's Sunday Nobody clapped, nobody gonna, that was never why Every burner off, every drain clear, I can close my eyes Punch the code, four digits, wait on the beep Pull the gate, turn the key, check it twice, then I sleep [Hook | chanted, straight eighths, end-stopped, chest drops on 'out'] Who's the last one out? Who's the last one out? Fryer off, mats up, who's the last one out? Twelve hours deep, tell me who's the last one out? [Outro | Spoken, low half-mutter, loop tape-flutters out under exhaust fan] Gate down. Lights off. Last one out. [End]
