[Intro] [Acapella, raw and raspy] [Vocals sung like Roger Daltrey, aggressive] We followed the map to a rusted grate! Told to load in before it got late! [Verse 1] [Pete Townshend style power chords, massive and crunchy] [Keith Moon chaotic drum fill] Down the concrete steps, lugging the amps Into a cavern lit by kerosene lamps The promoter paid us in unmarked bills Said "Play it loud, boys, give 'em the thrills!" The crowd is waiting, huddled in the dark Dressed in Victorian rags, stiff and stark We plugged in the jacks, kicked on the fuzz Ready to give the subterranean buzz! [Chorus] [High energy, chaotic rock] It's the gig in the cellar! The underground show! Where the tempo is fast and the ceiling is low! Sweat on the frets, blood on the snare! Playing for the shadows in the basement air! [Verse 2] [Driving rhythm, relentless pace] I hit the microphone, belt out a scream But the audience reacts like a fever dream They don't tap a foot, they don't clap a hand Just unblinking eyes staring down the band A girl in the front row opens her jaw Rows of jagged needles, the sharpest I saw She lunges at the bouncer, tears out his throat While we're stuck playing a bluesy root note! [Chorus] [Frantic, desperate energy] It's the gig in the cellar! The underground show! Where the tempo is fast and the ceiling is low! Sweat on the frets, blood on the snare! Playing for the shadows in the basement air! [Bridge] [The Who style rock opera instrumental break] [Extended frantic drum solo] [Tempo increases, getting faster and faster] [Desperate vocals] Don't stop playing! Don't drop the beat! If the music stops, we are the meat! They're mesmerized by the crash and the hum! Keep striking the strings! Keep hitting the drum! [Verse 3] [Maximum tempo, blistering speed] My fingers are blistering, stripping to bone! Trapped on the stage in the danger zone! The vampires are swaying, kept in a trance A horrific, starving, carnivorous dance! [Outro] [Chaotic windmill guitar chords, crashing cymbals] We can't ever stop! We play till we die! Under the ground, nowhere to fly! Keep playing! Keep playing! Don't let the amps blow! Welcome to the eternal cellar show! [Long, fading guitar feedback over a sustained drum roll] [End]
