Verse 1 I cut class early with a backpack full of noise, cheap guitar buzzing like a swarm of angry boys. Locker‑room legends say I’m headed for a fall, but I’m carving out my freedom on the back of every wall. Parents yelling curfew like they’re guarding sacred ground, but I’m slipping through the alleys where the real ones hang around. My heartbeat’s racing faster than the cops on Friday night, and every busted streetlamp is my stage light burning bright. Pre‑Chorus I’m a spark in a gas can, a fuse in the rain, a runaway rhythm in a world built for chains. Every rule they hand me just dissolves in the heat — I was born to kick the fences till the fences admit defeat. Chorus I’m the fire exit queen, boots stomping on the scene, tearing through the quiet like a teenage guillotine. Got a voice like a siren and a soul full of steam — if the world won’t let me in, I’ll blow apart the doorframe clean. I’m the fire exit queen, yeah, the one they couldn’t tame, and I’ll scream until the city learns to memorize my name. Verse 2 Garage door rattles as the amp begins to howl, neighbors banging windows but the noise just makes me proud. I’m shredding on a six‑string with a cracked-up cable line, distortion like a cyclone ripping through a power line. My friends are in the driveway with a stolen bag of snacks, laughing like we’re bulletproof and never looking back. We’re the kids they warn you about in every PTA, but we’re louder than their warnings and we’re here to stay. Pre‑Chorus I’m a spark in a gas can, a fuse in the rain, a runaway rhythm in a world built for chains. Every rule they hand me just dissolves in the heat — I was born to kick the fences till the fences admit defeat. Chorus I’m the fire exit queen, boots stomping on the scene, tearing through the quiet like a teenage guillotine. Got a voice like a siren and a soul full of steam — if the world won’t let me in, I’ll blow apart the doorframe clean. I’m the fire exit queen, yeah, the one they couldn’t tame, and I’ll scream until the city learns to memorize my name. Bridge We’re racing down the highway in a rusted stolen ride, windows cracked and laughter spilling out on every side. If trouble is a promise, then I’m signing it in red, with a middle finger raised to every word they ever said. No future on a checklist, no destiny to chase — just the wind against my knuckles and the fire in my face. Final Chorus I’m the fire exit queen, boots stomping on the scene, tearing through the quiet like a teenage guillotine. Got a voice like a siren and a soul full of steam — if the world won’t let me in, I’ll blow apart the doorframe clean. I’m the fire exit queen, and I’m burning through the night, till the whole damn city knows I never learned to play polite.
