Dumpster Fire (Glitch Groove) - Video

First day back, and surprise, I’m charge.
So I popped in early to see what’s at large.
Three staff called out and our boss is a bitch,
Wish I drove off the road and landed square in a ditch…
This career was a choice that I wish I could switch.
None of this was in my plans… Shoulda opened up an onlyfans!

[Pre-Chorus]
Shift report’s a horror flick; please just hit me with a brick.
I hear screamin’ down the halls… all the staff is trippin’ balls!
Code blue, code grey, purple, code brown!
They’re gonna turn this place upside down!
[Chorus]
It’s a dumpster fire, and it’s rolling my way.
Armed with needles and I try to convey:
There’s a choice to be made or I’ll make it for you,
Come for me now and I’ll do what I do.

It’s a full moon night and the circus is back.
There’s a dick on display and a hooker on crack.
There’s a demon in the dayroom, and supe’s on the phone,
Three admits from ER but I wanna go home!

No floaters in sight, so we’re all cuttin’ corners.
Rewrote the assignment sheet…
They think we’re alright, but were mostly performers.
There’s a clock that we have to beat!
Half our ward’s personality disorders.
All of our shit has gone… out of order!
Nothing can prepare you for all of the horrors!

Welcome to psych, it’s a dumpster fire!
I’d rather throw myself into a funeral pyre!

...These fuckers on dayshift set me up to fail.
Knowing their shift is over and left me derailed.

We got one-to-ones and none-to-give,
This one’s chasing me down with a shiv!
Grippy sock vacation for all the basic bitches,
Watching us suffer’s got ‘em all in stitches!

So I whip out restraints and call the code.
Goon squad arrives on the scene.
Pull up B-fifty-twos like a mother lode.
A shot in the ass for the queen.

Dark figure stops by to drop some contraband.
Found a letter in the crack of the door.
Call the popo and they tell me that I can’t let it go.
Chain of custody has shackled my hand.

Made a blood sacrifice to get the printer to work.
I’m a born again virgin, so at least that’s a perk.
Geropsych patient took a nasty fall.
And management’s ghosting us all!

‘Bout to close out the shift, time to pass the baton.
Gotta spin the tale -what I’ve acted upon.
They’re all texting on phones, so I railroad right through.
Grab my coat and my keys and what’s left of my crew….
And bid this place… adieu.