[Intro] [guitar squeal, cymbal wash] Clock hands spinning on my skin Tonight I throw this uniform in the bin [Verse 1] Fluorescent halo on my tired face Thirty open tabs I can not erase Boss talks numbers like a broken hymn Coffee tastes like panic sitting on the rim Printer coughs another pointless page I sign my name and swallow down the rage Name tag pinned like a tiny brand While my real life drums on the back of my hand [Pre Chorus] But under this blazer there is a loaded chord And every quiet thought is shouting "cut the cord" [Chorus] I am not gonna die in a swivel chair Not gonna fade in recycled air If my whole life is a punch in, punch out Then tonight I am gonna scream it all out Raise your hands if your heart feels caged We clock out of the script, not the stage [Verse 2] Break room gossip in a plastic cup Same sad stories getting microwaved up Calendar full but my chest feels blank Saving every dream in a mental bank "Just be grateful" in the hallway glare But I was not born to be a spare office chair There is a feedback roar in my rib cage now And I can hear it getting far too loud [Pre Chorus] Under this blazer there is a loaded chord And every quiet thought is shouting "cut the cord" [Chorus] I am not gonna die in a swivel chair Not gonna fade in recycled air If my whole life is a punch in, punch out Then tonight I am gonna scream it all out Raise your hands if your heart feels caged We clock out of the script, not the stage [Bridge] I am more than your weekend, more than your shift More than a line in your quarterly cliff If I have to choose between safe and alive I will burn this timecard just to survive [Breakdown] [guitars drop, floor tom and claps] (crowd call and response) I say "clock" you say "out" Clock (out) Clock (out) [guitars swell back in] [Chorus] I am not gonna die in a swivel chair Not gonna fade in recycled air If my whole life is a punch in, punch out Then tonight I am gonna scream it all out Raise your hands if your heart feels caged We clock out of the script, not the stage [Post Chorus] [guitars ringing, vocal over noise] Hang your lanyard on the gallows of doubt Heart on overtime, yeah we clock out [Outro] [drums crash, crowd roaring] This is the only job I want tonight Keeping every lost soul under these lights
