Flannel Feeds & Greasy Needs [Bonus]

This modern classic rock track ignites with tightly overdriven twin guitars and powerful, stadium-scale drums, Verses ride palm-muted riffing and punchy bass; choruses soar with open guitar chords, gang vocals, and full-band intensity, A tom-heavy breakdown leads into a soaring, virtuosic guitar solo over ringing power chords, The climactic final chorus explodes with layered instrumentation and anthem-like drive, every element unleashed for maximum impact

[Verse 1] Scrollin’ on the sofa Thumb stuck in a loop Every third damn picture Same red checkered suit Yeah we’ve got the beards already We get it We’re the trope But my oil-stained hands are wonderin’ Where’s the stuff I actually want? [Chorus] Why’s it always flannel on my feed? I need beer I need tools I need grease Show me sockets Jacks And busted springs Not another woodsy guy in skinny jeans Yeah The shirt is fine But it don’t turn these bolts for me Why’s it always flannel on my feed? [Verse 2] Phone hears every story Think it knows my soul Sees the whiskers on my chin Says “he belongs in some cabin pose” But I’m under a car at midnight Cussin’ at a rusted screw Where’s that ad for a wrench set sale When the knuckles start to bruise? [Chorus] Why’s it always flannel on my feed? I need beer I need tools I need grease Give me jigs Drill bits Battered springs Not another slow-mo reel of forest kings Yeah The shirt is fine But it don’t fill this cooler See Why’s it always flannel on my feed? [Bridge] Maybe it’s the beard Maybe it’s the boots Maybe they decided We’re a walking plaid cartoon But under all this lumber-jack cliché Is a thirsty man who wants a better jack today (hey!) [Chorus] Why’s it always flannel on my feed? I need beer I need tools I need grease Show me torque Cold cans Tire swings Not another coffee mug and cabin dream Yeah The shirt is fine But it don’t turn these bolts for me Why’s it always flannel on my feed? (Yeah, the beard is mine) But that ad don’t know my needs

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