Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun comes up in the strip mall haze Spilled fries stuck to my combat boots Name tag hangs like a battle scar Clock in, punch rage cheese dust on my heart [Chorus] I’m the rooster of the food court (hey!) Screamin’ through this plastic throne Deep-fried crown and a paper sword Cluckin’ like I own this zone I’m the rooster of the food court (yeah!) Echo through the tiled domain Kids throw nuggets like it’s war Still I crow above the stain [Verse 2] Manager says “Smile, upsell sauce” I just grunt in a tragic growl Grease in my hair like a sacred oil Mop like a spear dragged across the floor [Chorus] I’m the rooster of the food court (hey!) Screamin’ through this plastic throne Deep-fried crown and a paper sword Cluckin’ like I own this zone I’m the rooster of the food court (yeah!) Echo through the tiled domain If life’s a stage and I’m this bored I’ll stage-dive into the drain [Bridge] [Band drops to chugging half-time] Caw for the coupons Cry for the tray Circle the register like it’s my stage If they cut my break I will still parade Crow in the kiosk ’til the lights fade [Chorus] I’m the rooster of the food court (whoa!) Screamin’ through this plastic throne Deep-fried crown and a paper sword Cluckin’ like I own this zone I’m the rooster of the food court (yeah!) Last call, fluorescent rain Raise those sodas, praise the bird Let me crow away your pain
Tags
rock, Crunchy parody grunge/alt-metal with overdriven guitars, half-time drums, and a swaggering male vocal that leans dramatic and goofy. Verses stay tight and riffy; chorus explodes with gang shouts, octave-doubled vocal, and big open chords. Brief middle break drops to bass and toms before a final, over-the-top arena ending., metal, alternative metal, comedy, grunge
Duration
2:57
Instrumental
No
Created
4/11/2026