No Fortune in Fame

Lo-fi noise rock meets post-punk with heavy, fuzzed-out guitars slicing through hypnotic, angular drum and bass grooves, Sardonic male vocals weave through the dense textures, with jagged riffs setting a raw tone, Minimal synths add tension during breakdowns, amplifying the edge, No excessive vocal ornamentation

[Intro: Instrumental 4 counts] [Chorus 1] No fortune in fame It's a dirty-arsed game Cover up the tracks of shame (You ain't nothing but a stain) No fortune in fame [Verse] Pride of the east side Living on the easy ride Big shot, full of snot Be sure to make my bed, With a ("snow-white pillow for my big fat head") [Chorus 2] Charity is such a sham (Everybody and his mother), Sister and brother, End up on the scam No fortune in fame (Down and dirty shame) [Bridge break down] Daddy I don't know what's got broke in my head there's a fire at the church and a man laying dead [Bridge build up] Everything that could possibly go backwards, has turned itself inside out as planned. [Instrumental Breakdown: 8 counts - drum and bass groove] [Guitar Solo: 8 counts - abrasive fuzzed guitar riff] [Pre-Chorus] No I won't be home for tea on time. Leave a blanket out, with a vodka lime [Chorus 1] No fortune in fame It's a dirty-arsed game Cover up the tracks of shame (You ain't nothing but a stain) No fortune in fame [Chorus 2] Charity is such a sham (Everybody and his mother), Sister and brother, End up on the scam No fortune in fame (Down and dirty shame) [False stop] [Bridge build up] Everything that could possibly go backwards, has turned itself inside out as planned. [Outro: Bridge break down] Fortune in hand With my head in the sand Well ain't life just grand?

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