[Intro] Kick the amp, light the fuse No rules, no gods, no excuse Garage floor, blood and buzz I scream for the ones they never loved [Verse] Mohawk sharp, boots on fire I don’t sing—I spit barbed wire Cassette wings, static skin I break the beat, I never blend in Street’s my stage, truth’s my mic I don’t chant—I strike on sight No velvet ropes, no backstage pass Just broken glass and riot mass [Chorus] Can’t cage me, I’m the feedback queen Snarl in my throat, guitar obscene No polish, no peace, no clean Just Roxxie’s rage and a punk machine [Bridge] They tried to tune me, tried to tame But I’m the hiss in every flame I don’t fade—I fracture sound Garage-born, underground
