(Verse 1)
Strumming on my old guitar, a victim of life’s whims,
This city’s nights’ neon lights, hiding secrets within,
Met a man in a shiny suit, said “Boy, I’ll make you a star,
Just sign here on the dotted line, ain’t that far.”

(Chorus)
Under the reign of a horrible boss, stringing my dreams across,
Promised the world, just to watch it fall, in a music meltdown call,
We’re just numbers in his game, I tell ya there’s no fame,
In the hands of a boss, so horribly vain.

(Verse 2)
He rules with an iron fist, no ounce of love or respect,
His smoke-filled office, a throne, where dreams gets wrecked.
Stacking gold, breaking souls, he weaves a sordid tale,
As we grind, he blind, our ships destined to sail.

(Chorus)
Living under a horrible boss, aspirations covered in moss,
Curtains closing, before the show, in a music meltdown woe,
Traded laughter, for silent tears, yet we’re playing without fears,
With the notes of survival, ringing loud and clear.

(Bridge)
Oh, it’s a mad, mad world, when your spirits unfurl,
In a game of hits and misses, of shattered hopes and kisses,
But we’ve got our songs, got our crowd, singing truth so loud,
Under the lights, beyond his sight, where dreams are allowed.

(Chorus)
Surviving a horrible boss, carrying our own cross,
In the heart of a music meltdown, where lives are tossed,
Yet we keep on strumming, keep the lies from coming,
Building bridges over troubled waters, where the music is humming.

(Outro)
Yeah, horrible bosses sure do exist, but we’re more than just a list,
In this grand old game, no shame, we’re more than just the mist.
So hold your head high, keep your spirit alive,
In the face of a music meltdown, we learn to fly.