grantizamo[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Step right up to the fluorescent glow,
Aisles of plastic, cash or credit—let’s go!
Shoes squeak on tiles, neon signs hum,
“50% off!” screams the weekend drum.
[Pre-Chorus]
Grab a cart, fill it fast,
Sale ends soon, this thrill won’t last!
Mannequins judge with their headless stare,
But we’re here to rock in the food court air!
[Chorus]
Attention shoppers—drop what you’ve got!
This rock’s on sale, and it’s piping hot!
Scan the rhythm, bag the b**t,
Mall voice screaming down the street!
[Verse 2]
Black Friday chaos, elbows sharp as knives,
Credit cards melting in the nine-to-five grind.
Elevator jingles morph to guitar screams,
We’re the rebels of clearance dreams!
[Bridge]
“Cleanup in aisle five!”—but we’re making a mess,
Dancing in checkout lines, screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Security’s chasing, but we’re out of reach,
Riffing loud in the food court speech!
[Chorus]
Attention shoppers—drop what you’ve got!
This rock’s on sale, and it’s piping hot!
Scan the rhythm, bag the b**t,
Mall voice screaming down the street!
[Outro]
