[Intro] [Low feedback from a single overdriven guitar, toms rumbling in a slow build, bass creeping in on the root note before the beat drops] [Verse 1] Clock in, hi vis, hair tied back Strip light buzzin like it might crack Forklift crying with a metal whine Barcode beeps keeping crooked time Boss walks past, stares through my face Name on a badge, nothin else in place But in my headphones, crowd starts to roar Tiny town kid on a world tour [Hook] On the night shift, I shine in the glow Fluorescent halo in a dead end row They see a nobody stacking up the shelves I see stage lights cuttin through myself Yeah, I am stuck here till half past four But in my head I am kicking down doors [Verse 2] Break room kettle never quite boils Floor’s all sugar and fryer oil Group chat popping on a cracked old phone Friends in town, and I am here alone Check my face in the freezer glass Smudge black liner and a paper mask Think of London and its empty buzz Think of backstreets where the real love was [Hook] On the night shift, I shine in the glow Fluorescent halo in a dead end row They see a nobody stacking up the shelves I see stage lights cuttin through myself Yeah, I am stuck here till half past four But in my head I am kicking down doors [Middle 8] Lights hum low, world turns slow Steel toe boots on a sticky floor If this is all I get tonight I will still sing like I want more [Hook] On the night shift, I shine in the glow Fluorescent halo in a dead end row They see a nobody stacking up the shelves I see stage lights cuttin through myself Yeah, I am stuck here till half past four But in my head I am kicking down doors [Outro] [Drums drop to half time, guitars ring out with open chords, vocal ad libs echo over the last hook while the bass holds a single note into feedback and fades]
