Black Friday

[Intro] *Thumping bass, distorted riff, drums crash like a checkout scanner.* [Verse 1] Neon glare turns aisles into a maze, Shoppers swarm like a tide of craze. “Buy one, get one” blares from the sign— But the price tag’s a joke, it’s all just fine. [Pre‑chorus] We’re sprinting, screaming, chaos in the air, The cashier’s a demon with a scanner glare. “Deal of the day!” they shout, but it’s all a lie— We’re paying for junk we’ll never buy. [Chorus] Black Friday, a vending machine of greed, Promising the world, then cutting us in two. Your discounts are a mirage, your deals are fake— We’re left with empty boxes and debt to take. [Verse 2] Gadgets glitch, carts jam in the line, We’re stuck in a loop of the same old grind. The clerk’s grin is a jagged tooth— He gnashes our wallets, ruthless and uncouth. [Pre‑chorus] We’re shouting, fighting for the last of the stock, The clock’s ticking but we’re still on the block. “Limited time!” they grin, a cruel charade— We’re paying for nonsense we never need. [Bridge] Lights flicker, the music roars like a beast’s howl, We’re left with bruised conscience and a broken vow. The night turns dark, the deals fade to ash— We’re left with empty boxes and a debt that’ll last. [Guitar solo] *Lead guitar screams like the checkout scanner, shredding through the chaos.* [Chorus] Black Friday, a vending machine of greed, Promising the world, then cutting us in two. Your discounts are a mirage, your deals are fake— We’re left with empty boxes and debt to take. [Outro] The lights dim, the crowds disperse— We’re left with empty boxes and a curse. We’ll come back next year, even if we’re sore— Because Black Friday’s the monster we adore.