Gravel Groove Farewell

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My Last Day [Intro] Yeah… This one's for every mechanic Who's ever looked at the clock and thought, “Fuck this place.” You know who you are. And Greg… This one's especially for you. [Verse 1] I showed up every morning, Put my boots on, went to work, Got grease underneath my fingernails, While Greg sat there being a jerk. Never turned a wrench on heavy iron, Never chased a hydraulic leak, Never laid beneath a fucking loader On a hundred-degree week. But Greg's got all the answers, Yeah, Greg knows everything, Ask him how to fix a transmission And he'll tell you anything. He's an armchair AI quarterback, Calling plays from his damn chair, Never touched the fucking equipment, But somehow he's the expert there. [Chorus] This is my last day! I'm done with this shit! I'm grabbing my toolbox, And I'm calling it quits! You drove everybody out, Greg, One mechanic at a time, Now you're standing in the ashes Wondering why the hell we're dying. Fuck Greg! That's all I gotta say. You can keep your busted company— Today is my last day! [Verse 2] Greg walks around flexing Like he's some kind of warrior king, Talking jiu-jitsu at the shop Like that's gonna fix a thing. He's rolling around on the mat, Trying hard to choke somebody out, Then criticism comes knocking And Greg completely fucking freaks out. Tough guy till somebody tells him, “Greg, that might be wrong.” Then suddenly the honey badger Comes fucking out before too long. And somewhere in the background, There's a bottle of testosterone, While Greg's getting smaller downstairs And bigger in his fucking tone. [Chorus] This is my last day! I'm done with this shit! You can't run a heavy-equipment shop From an armchair, dipshit! You can talk about the machines, You can tell us what to do, But the guys who actually fix the shit Are fucking through with you. Fuck Greg! Everybody's walking away! You burned through all your mechanics— Now who's gonna save the day? [Bridge] One quit. Two quit. Three more walked out the door. Greg said, “They're replaceable.” Yeah, Greg… Keep telling yourself that shit. Because when the excavator won't start, And the loader won't lift, And there's hydraulic oil Running down the fucking chassis, Your PowerPoint presentation Ain't gonna fix it. Your AI answers ain't gonna fix it. Your jiu-jitsu ain't gonna fix it. And your fucking attitude sure as hell ain't gonna fix it! [Verse 3] The company's going downhill, Everybody knows the score, Every good mechanic's leaving And there ain't many left anymore. Management keeps asking, “Why can't we keep our crew?” Maybe take a fucking minute And ask what Greg keeps putting them through. You can't run a shop on bullshit, You can't fix iron with pride, And you can't keep good mechanics When you never take their side. So here's the final warning, Here's the line we're gonna draw: If Greg's gonna run the company, Then we're walking through the door. [Breakdown] Who's got the wrenches? WE DO! Who's fixing the equipment? WE DO! Who's getting told how to do their jobs By somebody who's never fucking done them? GREG DOESN'T! Who's had enough? WE HAVE! What happens now? WE WALK! And if we're gonna fight for better pay, Better treatment, and a voice— Maybe it's time we start talking About having a fucking choice. [Chorus] This is my last day! I'm done with this shit! I've got grease on my hands And I've finally had it! You can keep your armchair quarterback, You can keep your company line, But you can't keep good mechanics While treating them like they're disposable all the time. Fuck Greg! Hear the whole shop say: You can keep your fucking bullshit— TODAY IS MY LAST DAY! [Final Chorus] This is my last day! My toolbox is packed! I'm walking out the gate And I'm never looking back! Greg can keep on talking, Keep pretending that he knows, While the last mechanic standing Finally fucking goes. Maybe we'll stick together, Maybe we'll organize, Maybe we'll finally get a voice Instead of hearing Greg's advice. Fuck Greg! Let the whole damn place hear— The mechanics are united, And we're done living in fear! [Outro] So goodbye, Greg. Good luck with that. When the last wrench leaves the shop, Don't call me. Don't call the guys. Don't call the mechanics. Call your fucking AI. This was my last day.