The Thunder Brothers Verse 1 Boots on the floor and the lights cut low Two bad shadows and a neon glow Kick in the door like the rent’s unpaid Laugh too loud, make the whole room shade One’s got a grin like a switchblade flash One talks slick, the other talks trash They don’t sneak in, they hijack the night Turn one spark to a bar-fight light Pre-Chorus They ain’t here for manners They ain’t here for grace They came to shake the dust Off every stiff-ass face Chorus Thunder Brothers, breaking through the ceiling Rattle all the bottles, get the whole room reeling Two kings of chaos, dressed to kill the gloom Bustin’ balls and raising hell from the doorway to the room Thunder Brothers, Friday night commandos Shaking up the saints and the psychos and the vandals If you came to whisper, better get out of the way The Thunder Brothers came to make a scene and make it stay Verse 2 Boat drinks sweating in a plastic cup One says, “Bottoms,” the other says, “Up” Jukebox bleeding with a dirty old beat They turn cold stares into retreat Roasting the posers, clowning the kings Snapping one-liners like brass knuckle strings No one’s safe when they start that run Half the room’s mad, the other half’s done Pre-Chorus They don’t ask permission They don’t tone it down They came to wake the dead In every dead-end town Chorus Thunder Brothers, breaking through the ceiling Rattle all the bottles, get the whole room reeling Two kings of chaos, dressed to kill the gloom Bustin’ balls and raising hell from the doorway to the room Thunder Brothers, Friday night commandos Shaking up the saints and the psychos and the vandals If you came to whisper, better get out of the way The Thunder Brothers came to make a scene and make it stay Bridge One says, “Who’s crying?” One says, “Who’s next?” They dance like a threat And they laugh like a wreck Some bad idea went airborne across the room Hit the wall hard and everybody assumed It’d never hold up in the cold daylight But hell, it seemed funny at the time Breakdown Hey! Crack the night wide open Hey! Leave the velvet ropes broken Hey! Everybody talks till the thunder arrives Then the room wakes up and finally feels alive Final Chorus Thunder Brothers, blowing out the speakers Making every wallflower turn into a creature Two-fisted legends with a devil-may-care Bustin’ balls and taking names and messing up your hair Thunder Brothers, rulers of the after Leaving bruised egos and a trail of drunken laughter When the smoke clears out and they vanish with the day You still hear the thunder from the mess they made Outro Boat drinks gone, but the stories remain Bad decisions shining like a beer-stained flame Raise ‘em high, let the whole damn world know When the Brothers hit the ground, that’s the start of the show And if anybody asks who started that fight Just shrug and say, “It seemed funny at the time.”
