. [Intro - Heavy Footsteps on Asphalt, Velvet Rope Clip Sound FX, Crackling Vinyl, Spoken Monologue] (Spoken - thick Aussie accent, raspy & cold) "The Golden Mile, early nineties. If you own the door, you own the floor. And if you own the floor... you control the entire drug trade in the Cross. The bouncer wars had begun." [Verse 1 - Gritty 90s Boom-Bap Kick-Snare, Dark Piano Sample, Deep Bass] Standing six-foot-four in a tailored black suit, Guarding the entrance while the syndicate takes fruit. It wasn't just checking IDs at the gate, It was controlling the supply and deciding your fate. Heavyweights taking over security firms, Forcing club owners onto terrifying terms. "Take our crew on the door or we shut down the scene, Smash up the bar and make the alleyway unclean." Steroid-fueled muscle running every front door, Extorting the managers for a whole lot more. If a rival gang tried to drop a batch of ecstasy, They’d get dragged in the back for a brutal display. [Pre-Chorus - Swelling Horn Hits & Vinyl Scratches] (Scratch: "Own the door... run the floor... bouncer war!") From the alleyways of Darlinghurst to the nightclub light, Iron fists ruling over every single night! [Chorus - Heavy Boom-Bap Beat, Dark Piano Riff, Aggressive Horn Stabs] THE BOUNCER WARS CONTROL THE GOLDEN MILE DOOR! Deciding who gets in and who's bleeding on the floor! From the security rackets to the ecstasy trade, Every single bouncer on the payroll getting paid! Yeah, POWER ON THE STRIP, THE IRON VELVET ROPE! (Scratch: "Club empires... security crew... muscle and dope...") Running Kings Cross on violence and hope! [Verse 2 - Driving Heavy Drums, Piercing Brass, Cold Delivery] DK and the boys pushing rival crews back, Iron bars, knuckledusters inside the backpack. Shots fired in the alley behind the Tunnel club, War spilling out from the VIP to the pub. Police taking cuts just to turn a blind eye, While the bouncers let the kilo-heavy packages fly. A delicate balance of muscle and extortion, Blowing the violence way out of proportion. Who controls the velvet rope controls the whole strip, Until the Wood Royal Commission loosened up their grip. [Chorus - Heavy Boom-Bap Beat, Dark Piano Riff, Aggressive Horn Stabs] THE BOUNCER WARS CONTROL THE GOLDEN MILE DOOR! Deciding who gets in and who's bleeding on the floor! From the security rackets to the ecstasy trade, Every single bouncer on the payroll getting paid! Yeah, POWER ON THE STRIP, THE IRON VELVET ROPE! (Scratch: "Club empires... security crew... muscle and dope...") Running Kings Cross on violence and hope! [Bridge - Stripped Back Piano, Alley Rain Sound FX, Siren Passing] (Spoken - low, icy) "They thought they were invincible behind those velvet ropes. But when the cops started wearing wires... The doors came crashing down." [Chorus - Heavy Boom-Bap Beat, Dark Piano Riff, Aggressive Horn Stabs] THE BOUNCER WARS CONTROL THE GOLDEN MILE DOOR! Deciding who gets in and who's bleeding on the floor! From the security rackets to the ecstasy trade, Every single bouncer on the payroll getting paid! Yeah, POWER ON THE STRIP, THE IRON VELVET ROPE! (Scratch: "Club empires... security crew... muscle and dope...") Running Kings Cross on violence and hope! [Outro - Piano Sample Fades, Alleyway Ambience, Sudden Tape-Stop Finish] (Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan) "1994. The battle for the doors reaches boiling point." (Subtle vinyl scratch, heavy iron gate slam, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)
