[Intro: 4 bars of a dirty, rolling bassline. A guitar feeds back (E note) swelling in volume. Drum count-in on hi-hat: 1, 2, 1-2-3-4!] [Verse 1: Bass-driven groove. Guitar plays jagged, staccato downstrokes on the 2 and 4. Vocals are bored.] I stood in the rain for three hours straight Holding a sign about the welfare state I chanted the rhymes, I pumped my fist I smiled for the local journalist The water soaked through my vintage suit I looked like a martyr finding his root [Pre-Chorus: Guitar strums open up. Snare roll builds tension.] And you told me I was brave (So brave!) You told me I was a saint (A saint!) You asked me what fuels the fire I didn't tell you I’m a liar [Chorus: Full volume explosion. Wall of fuzz. Anthemic shouting.] I don't care about the cause! I don't care about the laws! I only held the sign for the girl in the front She had a jagged tattoo and I wanted a... hunt? (No, I wanted a chance!) I’m a hero for the lust I’m a savior 'cause I must (If the lighting is right!) [Verse 2: Sudden drop to bass and kick drum. Guitar squeals feedback in the background. Vocals return to monotone.] I drove you to the airport at 4 AM Listened to the drama about you and him I carried your bags, I missed my shift You called my friendship a "priceless gift" I nodded along, wiped a tear from your eye Gave a solemn wave as you said goodbye [Pre-Chorus: Building faster this time.] And you said I was the rock (The rock!) That I’m always there on the clock (Tick tock!) You asked how I can be so kind I didn't tell you what’s on my mind [Chorus: Maximum Energy. Gang vocals on the background lines.] I didn't care about your flight! I didn't care about your plight! I only drove the car 'cause the landlord is home And he’s looking for the cash and I’m scared of the phone (Yeah, I’m scared of the phone!) I’m a hero for the ride I’m a savior with nowhere to hide (Let me crash on your floor!) [Bridge: Music cuts to silence. A lone, clean guitar picks a dissonant arpeggio. Vocals are close, intimate, and whispered.] It’s not virtue, it’s a vacuum It’s not love, it’s just a lack of room I helped the old lady cross the street Because I was staring at her nurse's feet I gave a dollar to the homeless guy Because I didn't want him to catch my eye I’m shallow... I’m shallow... I’m shallow as a puddle in a drought! (SCREAM) [Guitar Solo: Chaotic, noisy, unhinged. Lots of string bending and whammy bar abuse. No melody, just texture.] [Chorus: Drummer is bashing the crash cymbal on every beat. Pure chaos.] I’m a hero for the lust! I’m a savior 'cause I must! Avoid the work! Avoid the truth! I’m a shiny, plastic, wasted youth! [Outro: The band falls into a repetitive, chugging groove.] Did you see me? (Did you see me?) Did you get the photo? Make sure you tag me. Tag me. Tag me. TAG ME! [Final chord rings out. Amp buzz. Someone coughs.]
