Breakfast of Champions (SUNO SKETCH : 2026 29 : TAKE 07)

Classical orchestra hard grunge funk Very eclectic chords, Verse 1 (fugue in the style of bach)

Pre-Chorus (in the style of beethoven)
I don’t need facts, don’t need advice
Don’t need a reason why
If common sense knocks on my door
I’ll pretend I’m not inside

Chorus (Stravinsky style)
So I’m chugging Everclear at seven a.m.
To prove I’m still my own damn man
Burns going down, burns coming back
That’s liberty leaving a chemical track
I feel warmer now—can’t feel my hands
Table’s on fire but I’m taking a stand
Yeah I’m fine, I shout it clear
Pass the courage, pour the fear

Verse 2
They said “moderation’s probably smart”
I heard “they’re coming for your soul”
So I washed it down with red dye rage
And a comment section full of goals
My reflection’s smiling back at me
Like it knows I won the fight
Against a voice that calmly said
“Hey—maybe not tonight”

Pre-Chorus
I don’t need nuance in my head
That stuff just slows me down
If wisdom whispers quietly
I’ll let the shouting drown it out

Chorus
So I’m chugging Everclear at seven a.m.
To prove I’m still my own damn man
If this is wrong, I’ll make it loud
If this hurts me, I’ll hurt with pride
I feel stronger now—or maybe numb
Hard to tell which side I’m on
But I’m free—at least I think that’s clear
Pass the courage, pour the fear

Bridge
Funny thing about proving a point
Is sometimes the point proves you
I’m guarding my rights with an open flame
And a matchbook full of “you’ll see soon”
If freedom means I can’t say no
Even when I probably should
Then I’m not sure who I’m fighting now
Or why this ever felt good

Final Chorus (smaller, drier)
Still chugging Everclear at seven a.m.
The mirror’s not my biggest fan
Fire’s out but the smell remains
Of something burned I can’t reclaim
I laugh it off, take one more sip
Call it strength, call it grit
But somewhere past the smoke and cheer
I miss the taste of something clear

Outro
Tomorrow I might eat some eggs.
Or I might double down.

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Verse 1 (fugue in the style of bach) I woke up mad at the morning news Someone said “maybe slow it down” So I grabbed my freedom by the bottle Before the sun even touched the ground No toast, no eggs, no second thought Just rebellion in a glass If you tell me what I shouldn’t do I’ll do it twice—and fast Pre-Chorus (in the style of beethoven) I don’t need facts, don’t need advice Don’t need a reason why If common sense knocks on my door I’ll pretend I’m not inside Chorus (Stravinsky style) So I’m chugging Everclear at seven a.m. To prove I’m still my own damn man Burns going down, burns coming back That’s liberty leaving a chemical track I feel warmer now—can’t feel my hands Table’s on fire but I’m taking a stand Yeah I’m fine, I shout it clear Pass the courage, pour the fear Verse 2 They said “moderation’s probably smart” I heard “they’re coming for your soul” So I washed it down with red dye rage And a comment section full of goals My reflection’s smiling back at me Like it knows I won the fight Against a voice that calmly said “Hey—maybe not tonight” Pre-Chorus I don’t need nuance in my head That stuff just slows me down If wisdom whispers quietly I’ll let the shouting drown it out Chorus So I’m chugging Everclear at seven a.m. To prove I’m still my own damn man If this is wrong, I’ll make it loud If this hurts me, I’ll hurt with pride I feel stronger now—or maybe numb Hard to tell which side I’m on But I’m free—at least I think that’s clear Pass the courage, pour the fear Bridge Funny thing about proving a point Is sometimes the point proves you I’m guarding my rights with an open flame And a matchbook full of “you’ll see soon” If freedom means I can’t say no Even when I probably should Then I’m not sure who I’m fighting now Or why this ever felt good Final Chorus (smaller, drier) Still chugging Everclear at seven a.m. The mirror’s not my biggest fan Fire’s out but the smell remains Of something burned I can’t reclaim I laugh it off, take one more sip Call it strength, call it grit But somewhere past the smoke and cheer I miss the taste of something clear Outro Tomorrow I might eat some eggs. Or I might double down.

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