24x7x365 n'More
[Music that is a raw, angry rock anthem with a heavy, driving drum beat and gritty, blues-rock guitar. The vocals are low and gravelly, with a weary but powerful "in-your-face" attitude. The song's vibe is confrontational but also humorous, like a blue-collar rock star asserting dominance over their domain. The chorus explodes into a stadium rock feel, while the verses have a swaggering, slow-groove feel. A hopeful, but still gritty, guitar solo provides a moment of reprieve, and the song closes with the satisfying sound of a store bell.]
24x7x365 n'More
[Music that is a raw, angry rock anthem with a heavy, driving drum beat and gritty, blues-rock guitar. The vocals are low and gravelly, with a weary but powerful "in-your-face" attitude. The song's vibe is confrontational but also humorous, like a blue-collar rock star asserting dominance over their domain. The chorus explodes into a stadium rock feel, while the verses have a swaggering, slow-groove feel. A hopeful, but still gritty, guitar solo provides a moment of reprieve, and the song closes with the satisfying sound of a store bell.]
Lyrics
Gritty, blues-rock guitar riff with a slow, powerful drum beat
(Intro)
Voice, low and gravelly, like a weary but powerful oracle
Yeah, that's right. The neon light... that's my sun.
Seven days a week, baby, the job ain't never done.
Before the birds, after the bars, I'm here at the door.
This ain't just a store, son, this is my floor.
(Verse 1)
Beat picks up a little, a swaggering, slow-groove feel
Creepy dude shuffles up with a rental, right off the rack,
That adult film collection, man, you're always comin' back.
I ain't judgin' your business, but don't look me in the eye,
Just hand over the cash, and say your sad goodbye.
And then the Karen comes, talkin' about her Snickers bar,
"This one's not fresh!" she says, and she don't get very far.
Look, sweetie, there's a hundred of 'em in that basket.
Pick one, pay me, and get your face out of my casket.
(Chorus)
Chorus explodes into a raw, angry rock anthem
'Cause this is my world, I rule the roost!
My coffee's cold, my patience is loose!
I got everything you need in a pinch, you see!
So pick your poison, pay me, and get away from me!
Yeah, I'm here from open 'til the very end,
Just take your stuff, sweetie, and I'll see you tomorrow, my friend.
(Verse 2)
The music returns to a more mellow, bluesy rock groove
Then the school bell rings, and in they flock,
The punk kids with their backpacks, lookin' at the clock.
Tryin' to buy smokes, thinkin' I don't know the deal,
But I saw your class picture, son, and the lie's unreal.
You're in Mr. Henderson's room, right next to my boy,
You ain't smokin' nothin', you just go on and enjoy
your after-school soda pop, and don't try me again,
'Cause I'll call your mother, and tell her what you said.
(Chorus)
Chorus explodes into a raw, angry rock anthem
'Cause this is my world, I rule the roost!
My coffee's cold, my patience is loose!
I got everything you need in a pinch, you see!
So pick your poison, pay me, and get away from me!
Yeah, I'm here from open 'til the very end,
Just take your stuff, sweetie, and I'll see you tomorrow, my friend.
(Bridge)
Music gets a little cleaner, a hopeful, but still gritty, guitar solo
But then... there's that one man, always comes in with a smile,
Asks how my day is, takes a second to stay a while.
Compliments my hair, says it's lookin' good today.
Even though I haven't washed it in weeks, he makes my day.
He's the only one who gets it, the only one that sees.
That this ain't just a job, it's a part of me.
(Outro)
A final, powerful guitar chord rings out, followed by the "ding" of the store bell
Yeah... see you in the morning, sweetie.