Ten-Minute Warning

[Verse 1]
Match start
Headset on
Snack crumbs on my hoodie
Shoes still on
Team chat
“All in”
Boss one hit
We about to win
Then I hear it from the hallway
“Trash out
Dishes
Floor
Today”
Eyes locked
Almost got him down
Then she drops the nuclear sound
[Chorus]
“Pause that game
Do your chores right now”
I yell back
“Later
I’m in this round”
But the door swings wide
Yeah she’s in full shout
And my dad walks in like
“Time’s running out”
Ten-minute warning hanging over my head
Timer ticking like a bomb in my hands
If I don’t move fast
He’ll pull the plug instead
Ten-minute warning
This is my last stand
[Verse 2]
She’s got
That list
Laundry
Room
And the counter missed
I’m like
“Chill
Mom
I’ll do it when this level’s done”
Then my dad leans on the doorway
Arms crossed
In that “I’m not gonna play” way
“Clock starts now
Better run along
Or the router’s gone
And the wifi’s done”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[drums drop out
Bass and vocal only]
Sprint down the stairs
Take them two at a time
Trash bag swinging like a battle line
Soap on my hands
Phone in my teeth
Check the time—only three minutes left to breathe
[full band slams back in]
Vacuum roaring like a stadium crowd
Heart so loud I can’t hear the sound
Dive for the chair as the counter hits two
“See? I told you I’d get it done too!”
[Chorus]

rock, High-energy pop-punk with crisp distorted power chords, palm-muted verses that explode into a shout-along chorus. Male vocals slightly nasal and sarcastic, gang shouts on key punchlines. Tight, punchy drums drive tempo, bass locked in and melodic. Brief halftime breakdown in the bridge then final double-chorus with layered “whoa-oh”s and ad-libs to feel like a sweaty basement show., punk, pop