🎵 “Jacket Riot” 🎵 (Garage-speed punk, 175 BPM) [Verse 1] Mom zipped my future, said “it’s cold out there.” I grabbed the sleeves, ripped the arms clean off—left them on the stairs. Threadbare denim, now a battle flag, studs for teeth. Wind’s a whistle, I’m the whole damn siren underneath. [Pre-Chorus] Zipper clinks like handcuffs—each link a rebel beat. Forecast says behave—nah, forecast can take a seat. [Chorus] Mom said bring a jacket, I brought a riot! Neon nights, busted knuckles, volume on diet— no calories, just carnage, no sleeves, just spite. I wear the cold like warpaint—feel the frostbite bite. [Verse 2] Concrete catwalk, sparks off my boots like flares. Cops yell “freeze,” I laugh—ice already in my stares. Jacket flaps like wings, every scuff a story scarred. Home by dawn? Maybe. But the street’s already charred. [Bridge – spoken over feedback] This ain’t outerwear—it’s armor for the weekend. If the cold gets in, I’ll burn it for heat. [Final Chorus] Mom said bring a jacket, I brought a riot! Zipper down, fists up, city on quiet— then the sirens sing my name, ice cracks under feet. I brought a riot—Mom, the cold never stood a chance in this heat. [Outro – jacket tossed onto burning amp]
