Clocked in

[Verse 1] Used to smash guitars on grimy floors Now I’m hauling clocks through country clubs’ doors “Punk’s not d**d,” I used to shout Now I’m checking logos for proper mount Lugging time in a velvet case Wearing polos just to save face I used to live outside the lines Now I’m placing them at the tee box signs [Chorus] I’m clocked in — yeah, branded and clean Told the world to burn, now I keep it pristine Setup at dawn with that Rolex gleam Used to r**t, now I sync machines I scream inside where no one sees ‘Cause I clock in for luxury [Verse 2] Those clocks tick louder than my pride Wrapped in chrome with “heritage” inside “Timeless craft” they say with pride But it’s all for show on the sponsor side I used to wear chains and steel-toe boots Now it’s slacks and “thanks” from guys in suits I place the time for the one percent And wonder where my hunger went [Chorus] I’m clocked in — pushing the dream From anti-sellout to the branding team Got a checklist, got a branded vest Got “integrity” in an NDA chest Yeah, I trade rage for deadlines clean I clock in for luxury [Bridge – Yelled] Set the stands, raise the sign Make sure that logo hits the line Legacy on every face But not a second left for grace [Breakdown – slow, sarcastic] Golden crown, Swiss-made pride Tells the time while you die inside From mosh pits to fairway views The revolution’s wearing brand-new shoes [Final Chorus – faster and angrier] I’m clocked in — Rolex shine Set the scene, but lost the spine Was punk, now I’m “on-site tech” Checking clocks with a brand on my neck From raw to routine, from real to routine I clock in for luxury [Outro – spoken/snarled] “Time is money… and I’m out of time.”