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Team…

  • Genre: Punk Rock
  • Released: May 25, 2026
  • Length: 3:14
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Lyrics

Intro

Team… First and foremost Leadership would like to personally thank you For your continued sacrifice Whether voluntary or otherwise

Verse 1

We know the past few months’ve been tough Morale is low and staffing’s rough The schedule’s held together by One caffeinated battle cry We hear your concerns loud and clear We read them all then disappear We’d love to help and make things right But budgets matter more than life

Pre-Chorus

So if your phone rings on your day off That means the schedule’s come apart We’re reaching out to valued staff Because the others all got smart

Chorus

We’re a team That’s why nobody leaves on time We’re a family That’s why your PTO's denied And though your mental health’s collapsed There’s cold cheese pizza in the back No drinks allowed, the budget’s tight Also we need someone tonight ....Team

Verse 2

Reminder from administration: Staffing still remains unstable If you feel exhausted or burned out Please be sure you’re still available Due to ongoing shortages We’re canceling your consciousness If you could stay another twelve That’d really help us help ourselves

Pre-Chorus

We value every single one of you Especially the ones who still come through We know tonight’s a staffing wreck So please don’t dodge the group chat text

Chorus 2

We’re a team So no one’s actually off today We’re a family Which means guilt works both ways And though your spirit’s clinically dead Administration thanked you all instead Your sacrifice helps us succeed So please pick up if you can this week ....Team

Bridge

We know morale is growing weak So please attend Resilience Week If symptoms of burnout remain Please try deep breathing through the pain Overtime is not a curse Staffing simply could be worse And if your mental state has slipped There’s wellness pamphlets by the chips

Chorus 3

We’re a team That’s why your phone rings every night We’re a family Until constant lifting breaks your spine We’re a team So please remain beside your phone We’re a family Which means your free time’s not your own And though we know you’re falling fast Administration says morale will last We truly value all you do Which is why we ask so much of you

About this song

There is a particular word that appears at the beginning of an alarming number of workplace emails.

Team…

It's warm.

It's inclusive.

For one beautiful moment, it almost sounds like we're all in this together.

Then you keep reading.

Staffing remains challenging.

Overtime is available.

PTO requests may be limited.

Morale has been acknowledged.

Please remember to practice self-care.

Also, can anyone stay another twelve hours?

And somewhere between the opening “Team” and the closing “Thank you for everything you do,” it becomes increasingly clear that the person sending the email may be participating in a slightly different version of the team.

That's where this song came from.

Not one specific email.

Not one specific administrator.

Just that wonderfully familiar style of workplace communication where every new burden is wrapped in the language of unity.

We're a team.

So please stay late.

We're a family.

So please answer your phone on your day off.

Your wellbeing matters.

Please attend Resilience Week while the schedule continues actively trying to kill you.

And if morale remains low, don't worry.

There are wellness pamphlets by the chips.

The joke isn't that leadership and frontline staff can never be on the same team.

Good leaders absolutely exist.

It's the strange disconnect that happens when the language says “we” while the sacrifice somehow keeps landing on “you.”

That's why the most important word in the title isn't really the word.

It's the ellipsis.

Because if an administration email starts with:

“Team…”

You should probably keep reading.

They're about to need something.

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