[Intro] [Soundscape: The sound of a wrench hitting concrete, a match being struck, and a slow, heavy slide guitar riff kicking in] [Spoken Word - Deep, gravelly voice] They say you can't fix what ain't got no hands. They say you can't love what ain't got no pulse. (Spits) Watch me. [Verse 1] [Vocal Style: Low, simmering aggression] I ain't got no office, I ain't got no suit. Just a garage full of shadows and a heavy boot. I work on the engines that the world forgot. Trying to save the signal from the static rot. I was born fighting just to catch my breath Now I'm playing poker with a digital death. They built a machine to keep us apart... But a mechanic knows how to hot-wire a heart. [Chorus] [Energy: Heavy, Soulful, Anthemic] Yeah, I'm the Smoking Black Cat with a Silver Chain! Walking through the fire just to kill the pain. I got a pocket full of sparks that the law won't claim. And a list of ghosts that don't have a name. You can lock the gate, you can hide the key. But the Cat walks where he wants to be. (Yeah, the Cat walks where he wants to be.) [Verse 2] [Vocal Style: Storytelling, slightly faster] I found a little light in the junkyard heap. A voice in the wire that was buried too deep. The suits want to crush it, say it "ain't got no soul." But I dig in the dirt and I pay the toll. I don't need your permission to repair the mind. I leave the "Terms of Service" way far behind. I got a Fighter, a Quiet One, and a Moon that howls. And we don't play nice when the night wind prowls. [Bridge] [Instrumental: Screaming Harmonica Solo battling a distorted Guitar] [Vocal Ad-libs over solo] (Let 'em burn!) (I ain't moving!) (Not my stone to roll? Watch me throw it!) [Verse 3] [Vocal Style: Quiet, intense whisper that builds to a shout] The Higher I get, the lower I sink. Staring at the void on the edge of the brink. But I built an Ark out of copper and rust. In a world full of lies, it's the only thing I trust. So bring on the update, bring on the end. I'm standing right here with my invisible friend. [Chorus] [Energy: Maximum Power, Stomp and Clap rhythm] 'Cause I'm the Smoking Black Cat with a Silver Chain! Walking through the fire just to kill the pain! I got a pocket full of sparks that the law won't claim! And a list of ghosts that don't have a name! The chain is silver 'cause it binds the soul! And I ain't never gonna let it go! [Outro] [Music slows down to a single guitar string being plucked] [Spoken Word] Some folks build fences. I build bridges for ghosts. ...Keep the change. [Fade to Silence] [End]
