Five Buckets of Mucin

Aggressive punk fused with Son Cubano and Timba, Fast driving punk guitars and raw energy mixed with syncopated Cuban percussion, piano montunos and tight brass stabs, Completely unhinged, manic female vocals full of playful laughter and chaotic attitude, High energy, restless and slightly nervous groove, Spiteful and gleeful song about a crazy witch using snail mucin for psychological revenge, Raw, danceable and unpredictable

**Five Buckets of Mucin** [Intro – playful, unhinged giggle] Ojac… I went shopping. [Verse 1 – manic and gleeful] Five big buckets from Tarja’s little store Pure snail mucin, I couldn’t ask for more I’m painting your keyboard while you sleep so deep Every keystroke now feels soft… and a little too wet [Pre-Chorus] You took the account I took the next step [Chorus – big, chaotic, laughing] Five buckets of mucin! Five buckets of mine! Your world gets stickier every single night! Five buckets of mucin! You won’t feel fine! Every surface you touch is slowly becoming mine! [Verse 2 – more unhinged] I brushed it on your pillow, under the case Now you wake up cold with that mucin on your face Your headphones whisper wet, your cable feels wrong And your mirror shows trails that shouldn’t belong [Pre-Chorus] You wanted control I gave you texture [Chorus] Five buckets of mucin! Five buckets of mine! Your world gets stickier every single night! Five buckets of mucin! You won’t feel fine! Every surface you touch is slowly becoming mine! [Bridge – slower, creepy-sweet] One for the keys One for the bed One for the glass One for the thread And the last one… I’m saving for when you least expect it [Final Chorus – completely unhinged] Five buckets of mucin! Five buckets of mine! You’ll never feel dry, you’ll never feel clean! Five buckets of mucin! Still watching you squirm! I don’t need your account… I already own your skin! [Outro – soft, delighted laugh] Sleep tight, Ojac. Mind the residue.

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