[Intro] (Fast, screaming Telecaster intro riff over an aggressive driving drum beat and barrelhouse piano roll) (Gritty spoken count-in) One, two, three, hit it! [Verse 1] (Fast 2-step rhythm, chugging electric rhythm, punchy walking bass) Everybody knows how the morning goes down, When you roll that diesel into contractor town. Lowe’s parking lot, aisle number three, Home Depot corner by the lumber marquee. We were used to the vans, we were used to the scene, Watching tinted-out Suburbans roll in damn clean. You knew where to run, you knew where to duck, You knew when to ditch that beat-up truck! [Pre-Chorus] (Snare builds, pedal steel shrieks, gritty spoken snarl) Well, blow the horn and ring the damn bell, 'Cause the whole damn county just went to hell! [Chorus] (Maximum wall-of-sound energy, roaring electric guitars, shouting gang vocals) They got ICE at the Walmart! Holy shit, boys! Dropping down the hammer making all kinds of noise! Used to be the Depot! Used to be the Lowe’s! Now they’re stalking down the aisles where the cheap laundry goes! By the rotisserie chickens and the Great Value cheese, You better check your mirrors, drop down to your knees! Grab a ten-pound bag of sugar, hit the gas and haul— They got ICE at the Walmart, right beside the garden wall! [Verse 2] (Driving rhythm continues, bluesy slide fills) Old Hector went in for a thirty-pack of beer, Left his cart in the bakery and grabbed second gear! Saw a tactical vest by the 70-inch screens, Two badges standing right by the Wrangler jeans! He didn't want a flat-screen, didn't want a grill, Just wanted some tacos and a quick cheap thrill. Now the greeter at the door is throwing up a flare, And half the damn town is running outta there! [Pre-Chorus] (Snare rolls, aggressive guitar chug) Forget about the discount, forget the aisle four, They got tactical vests at the automatic door! [Chorus] (Maximum wall-of-sound energy, roaring electric guitars, shouting gang vocals) They got ICE at the Walmart! Holy shit, boys! Dropping down the hammer making all kinds of noise! Used to be the Depot! Used to be the Lowe’s! Now they’re stalking down the aisles where the cheap laundry goes! By the rotisserie chickens and the Great Value cheese, You better check your mirrors, drop down to your knees! Grab a ten-pound bag of sugar, hit the gas and haul— They got ICE at the Walmart, right beside the garden wall! [Guitar Solo] (Blazing fast chicken-pickin' Telecaster solo trading off with unhinged barrelhouse piano and screaming pedal steel bends) [Bridge] (Halftime groove breakdown, heavy kick pulse, gritty spoken-baritone laugh) (Chuckles into the mic) Man... I thought they just sold seven-dollar bags of frozen cubes at the front. (Guitar feedback rises) Turns out they brought the badges and the whole damn troop! (Full drum fill drops back into double-time!) [Chorus] (Full throttle, rowdy gang shout) They got ICE at the Walmart! Holy shit, boys! Dropping down the hammer making all kinds of noise! Used to be the Depot! Used to be the Lowe’s! Now they’re stalking down the aisles where the cheap laundry goes! By the rotisserie chickens and the Great Value cheese, You better check your mirrors, drop down to your knees! Grab a ten-pound bag of sugar, hit the gas and haul— They got ICE at the Walmart, right beside the garden wall! [Outro] (Driving 2-step tempo kicks even faster, howling Telecaster bends) Beside the garden wall! Drop the Great Value bread! Hit the gas! Don't look back! (Big drum crash, ringing A-major power chord, cash register chime sound, and a heavy truck door slam)
