[genre: hard balkan-circus tek] [mood: manic, defiant, petrol-drenched euphoria] [tempo: 170-180] [dynamics: relentless with sudden total silence drops] [instruments: distorted roma brass, wheezing accordion, hardstyle kicks, broken-glass percussion] [Šmeker vocal-style: cracked, raki-rough, gold-tooth menace, fire-damaged] [verse 1] [music: accordion wheeze + knife clangs] [Šmeker vocals: shouted, taunting] Already knuckles split wide on the first throw Catch it quick or the ground drinks red slow Gold tooth glints while the steel sings proud Blood talks back but the grin stays loud [pre-chorus] [music: tension riser, crowd inhale] [Šmeker vocals: whispered then sharp] Seven torches hiss alive Seven lies to stay alive Catch it with teeth or bleed [chorus] [music: full brass explosion + hard kicks] [Šmeker vocals: half-screamed, ecstatic] Spin the fire, swallow flame, let it roar inside the lungs Crowd stomps louder when the liar never drops what he has hung Raki burns, petrol sings, broken glass beneath the heel Every cheer another meal for the lie that keeps it real Laughing louder than the drums, laughing sharper than the steel Catch it with teeth or bleed [verse 2] [music: blindfold chaos, faster snares] [Šmeker vocals: rapid-fire, spitting blood] Blindfold soaked in blood and sweat, eighth blade joins the dance Crowd begs for the one trick nobody survives by chance Benzi dripping from the mouth, still I spit in fate’s face Gazda ulice tonight, born to bleed in every place Catch it with teeth or bleed, now it sounds like grace [bridge] [music: everything cuts to raw voice + distant accordion] [Šmeker vocals: stream-of-consciousness, unhinged] Mother taught me prayers I never meant Money gone, caravan burnt, nothing left Nine torches now, nine lies, nine lives spent Crowd hums my name like a drunken hymn No god above, no truth below Only the spin, only the show Mouth full of metal, mouth full of sin Catch it with teeth or bleed, now I begin [chorus: final] [music: 180 bpm, full brass apocalypse] [Šmeker vocals: godlike, laughing through blood] Spin the fire, swallow flame, let it roar inside the lungs Crowd on knees now when the mangup never drops what he has hung Raki burns, petrol sings, broken glass becomes the throne Every cheer another crown for the lie that stands alone Laughing louder than the drums, laughing god now made of stone Catch it with teeth or bleed, watch me never bleed [outro] [music: sudden total silence after last word] [Šmeker vocals: soft, almost tender] Catch it with teeth and the world stays real Catch it with teeth and the world stays real
