Ian's trying like hell

Lyrics

[Intro - Spoken] Monday morning. Three service calls. Walk-in cooler's dead. Fryer's on fire. Customer says it worked yesterday. GOD DAMN IT! [Verse 1] Ian rolls out of bed, puts his work boots on Another goddamn nightmare before the break of dawn Got a busted-ass compressor and a fryer full of grease And a customer screaming, "When the fuck will this thing be fixed?" Got a van full of tools and a head full of steam Trying to hold together somebody else's broken dream The thermostat's lying, the wiring's all wrong And the parts house says it won't be here till next month Everything's fucked, everything's broke Another dead machine and another bad joke He's got grease on his hands, got sweat in his eyes And a hundred fucking problems he can't monetize [Pre-Chorus] He grabs his meter He checks that line He's running out of money But he's running out of time The phone keeps ringing The pressure keeps climbing Everybody wants a miracle But the whole damn building's dying [Chorus] IAN! IAN! JUST TRYING LIKE HELL! Fixing broken shit while he's living in hell HVAC, refrigeration, commercial kitchen machines Keeping everything alive with a pocket full of dreams IAN! IAN! CAN'T CATCH A BREAK! One more fucking breakdown's gonna make this bastard shake But he'll show up tomorrow, put his back to the wall 'Cause somebody's gotta fix this shit when everything falls apart! [Verse 2] Got a walk-in cooler running hotter than a sauna Got a chef throwing fits like a goddamn prima donna The ice machine's leaking, the oven won't ignite And the manager demands he fix it all tonight Invoices unpaid, got a truck that needs repair Refrigerant in the lines and a thousand-yard stare Somebody ordered parts but they ordered the wrong size He's staring at a dead unit like, "Are you fucking kidding me, guys?" The compressor's shot The capacitor's fried The kitchen's getting hotter And the owner's losing his mind He could walk away He could tell them all to rot But there's a little voice inside him saying "Fuck it, let's see what we got!" [Breakdown - Heavy, Half-Time] You ever fix something That somebody else fucked up? With parts somebody else ordered For a customer who won't pay you While your own shit's falling apart? YEAH! THAT'S TUESDAY! CHECK THE VOLTAGE! CHECK THE PRESSURE! CHECK THE FUCKING THERMISTOR! NO, THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM! WHO THE HELL WIRED THIS SHIT?! I'M GONNA FIND YOU! [Chorus] IAN! IAN! JUST TRYING LIKE HELL! Keeping restaurants running while he's burning up himself Heating, cooling, fryers, ovens, every damn machine He's the last line standing between disaster and the scene IAN! IAN! STILL IN THE FIGHT! Got a flashlight in his teeth and a wrench held tight He ain't a fucking superhero, ain't got magic in his hands Just a hard-headed motherfucker doing the best he fucking can! [Bridge - Melodic, Gritty Vocals] Nobody sees the hours Nobody counts the cost Nobody knows how many nights He's spent just getting lost In a maze of broken systems In a world that won't behave He's just trying to build a business While he's digging out his grave But somewhere in the wreckage When the whole damn world goes black There's a stubborn son of a bitch Who keeps coming right back Not because it's easy Not because it's fair But because he gives a damn When nobody else is there [Breakdown - Slow, Brutal] THE COOLER'S DEAD! THE FRYER'S FUCKED! THE CUSTOMER'S PISSED! THE PARTS ARE STUCK! THE TRUCK WON'T START! THE BILLS WON'T STOP! BUT IAN'S STILL HERE! AND HE AIN'T GONNA DROP! [Final Chorus - Maximum Intensity] IAN! IAN! JUST TRYING LIKE HELL! Building something real in a world that's gone to hell Every busted unit, every failure, every scar He's a grease-stained motherfucker reaching for the stars IAN! IAN! LET THE WHOLE WORLD BREAK! He'll be elbow-deep in bullshit before the morning breaks He might be broke, exhausted, pissed off at it all BUT WHEN EVERYTHING'S FUCKED UP, IAN'S STILL ANSWERING THE CALL! [Outro - Spoken Over Distorted Guitar] Another call just came in. Walk-in cooler. No cooling. Customer says it's an emergency. (Long sigh.) "Yeah, all right. What's the address?" (Engine starts.) DONE FOR THE DAY? FUCK NO! IAN'S GOT WORK TO DO!