Pink Slip Blues

Lyrics

[Verse] Chris clocked in, dreams heavy in his bag Boss man lurkin’, clipboard with a snag Papers on the desk, a silent red flag HR whispers—doom in a drag Cubicle bars, now a cell of despair Stapler his only friend, swivel chair stare Coffee went cold, his ambitions stripped bare The paycheck thin, now thinner than air [Pre-Chorus] Monday’s grind, Tuesday’s hope Wednesday’s rope, now Thursday’s nope [Chorus] They gave Chris the pink slip, said he’s outta here Future foggy, vision smeared Chris got the pink slip, life in fifth gear What’s next? That’s unclear [Verse 2] Used to be the spreadsheet king, formulas tight Pivot tables poppin’, data always right But the higher-ups schemin’, shadows in the light Cutbacks came quick, now his prospects bite Chris packed his box, photos and pens Left the badge behind, chapter meets its end Echoes in the hall, not a soul to defend Just a voicemail saying, “Good luck, my friend”