Verse 1 (breathy, taunting vocal — clean guitar, subdued bass, light drums, keyboard pad) Damn you cool kids, with your cool fuckin’ stuff, Back in high school you never had it rough. Never thought you’d ever had enough, Sat at the table where the chosen few sat, Laughin’ at the rest of us, imagine that. Chorus (raspy grunge shout — distortion + full drums) Damn you cool kids, and your skatepark crew, Showin’ off tricks that we can't do. Gatekeep the world with your social crown, But the higher you fly, the harder the come-down. Verse 2 (detached, half-whispered vocal — clean riff + snare on 2/4) Boomer this, and cringe to that, Chad, your crown’s just a paper hat. You mock the ones who aren’t in your clique, Why do you have to be a dick? Damn. Chorus (raspy grunge shout — distortion + crash-heavy drums) Damn you cool kids, and your skatepark crew, Showin’ off tricks that we can't do. Gatekeep the world with your social crown, But the higher you fly, the harder the come-down. Bridge (moody, restrained vocal — bass + toms + feedback guitar layering) Damn you cool kids, always runnin’ the show, In the bathroom doin' blow. But one day the tables will turn, You’ll be the lesson the next kids learn. Verse 3 (start breathy, bass + drums only, then grow into raspy shouting with distorted guitars) Cool fades fast, it don’t last long, When the meme moves on, so does your song. You’ll chase the next wave, try to keep the flame, But the internet laughs, and forgets your name. Chorus (explosive raspy shout — maximum intensity, layered distorted guitars, crash cymbals) Damn you cool kids, playin’ king of the hill, But the crown you wear is made of cheap thrill. Mock me now, I’ll just raise my glass, Cool kids fade, now kiss my ass. Outro (screamed, doubled guitars + double-time drums + feedback layers) Give me a Nitro… ASSHOLES!
