One More Spark

Driving forward at 128 BPM, the song kicks off with fast-picked acoustic guitar and raw junk-yard percussion—clanking metal, oil drums, rattling chains, Rowdy group vocals chant call-and-response hooks, layered over boisterous tavern fiddle riffs, Energy stays high, textures gritty and raucous

[Intro] [Sound of a crowd cheering and glasses clinking] [Fast, rhythmic stomping and handclaps] [A lively, slightly out-of-tune fiddle melody]

[Verse 1] The airlock is bolted, the loot is all stored We’re safe in the belly, so let’s get ignored! I traded a circuit for a bottle of blue It tastes like a battery but it’ll have to do! Lance is in the corner, Celeste is on the floor Tonight we don't care about the ARC at the door!

[Pre-Chorus] [Whistling melody] So kick off your boots, leave the grime by the gate The world might be ending, but the party won't wait!

[Chorus] [Big rowdy sing-along] Give me one more spark and a cup of the juice Tonight the ARC Raiders are letting it loose! We survived the Matriarch, we dodged every Tick Now dance like a motor that's about to click! The surface is freezing, the sky is a mess But down in the tunnels, we’re blessed, boys, blessed!

[Verse 2] Old Miller found a jukebox from nineteen-eighty-four It only plays one song, but we’re screaming for more! We’re wearing salvaged velvet and industrial gear The finest looking scavengers you’ll find in a year. So toast to the toasters and the wires we found The kings of the junk in the underground!

[Bridge] [Rhythmic breakdown with spoons and metal pipes] [Group chanting: "Scrap it! Fix it! Drink it! Dance!"] [Group chanting: "Scrap it! Fix it! Drink it! Dance!"] Who needs the stars when the neon is bright? We’re the only thing living in the world tonight!

[Fiddle Solo] [High-speed, frantic folk-fiddle solo] [Sound of boots stomping on metal floors]

[Chorus] [Maximum energy] Give me one more spark and a cup of the juice Tonight the ARC Raiders are letting it loose! We survived the Matriarch, we dodged every Tick Now dance like a motor that's about to click! The surface is freezing, the sky is a mess But down in the tunnels, we’re blessed, boys, blessed!

[Outro] [Laughter and cheering] One more round! For the Rust Belt crew! [Final big stomp] [Sound of a fuse blowing and lights flickering out] [End]

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[Intro] [Sound of a crowd cheering and glasses clinking] [Fast, rhythmic stomping and handclaps] [A lively, slightly out-of-tune fiddle melody] [Verse 1] The airlock is bolted, the loot is all stored We’re safe in the belly, so let’s get ignored! I traded a circuit for a bottle of blue It tastes like a battery but it’ll have to do! Lance is in the corner, Celeste is on the floor Tonight we don't care about the ARC at the door! [Pre-Chorus] [Whistling melody] So kick off your boots, leave the grime by the gate The world might be ending, but the party won't wait! [Chorus] [Big rowdy sing-along] Give me one more spark and a cup of the juice Tonight the ARC Raiders are letting it loose! We survived the Matriarch, we dodged every Tick Now dance like a motor that's about to click! The surface is freezing, the sky is a mess But down in the tunnels, we’re blessed, boys, blessed! [Verse 2] Old Miller found a jukebox from nineteen-eighty-four It only plays one song, but we’re screaming for more! We’re wearing salvaged velvet and industrial gear The finest looking scavengers you’ll find in a year. So toast to the toasters and the wires we found The kings of the junk in the underground! [Bridge] [Rhythmic breakdown with spoons and metal pipes] [Group chanting: "Scrap it! Fix it! Drink it! Dance!"] [Group chanting: "Scrap it! Fix it! Drink it! Dance!"] Who needs the stars when the neon is bright? We’re the only thing living in the world tonight! [Fiddle Solo] [High-speed, frantic folk-fiddle solo] [Sound of boots stomping on metal floors] [Chorus] [Maximum energy] Give me one more spark and a cup of the juice Tonight the ARC Raiders are letting it loose! We survived the Matriarch, we dodged every Tick Now dance like a motor that's about to click! The surface is freezing, the sky is a mess But down in the tunnels, we’re blessed, boys, blessed! [Outro] [Laughter and cheering] One more round! For the Rust Belt crew! [Final big stomp] [Sound of a fuse blowing and lights flickering out] [End]

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