Silas Crowe - Kick The Doors In

Kick the doors in, Let the night bleed through. Amp cracklin’ like a fuse, With a bad attitude. Stomp that floor hard, Let the whole place fuckin’ shake. We’re playin’ blues so loud, It’ll make your bones break. Harp in my fist, Spit on the mic. Gonna bend these reeds, Until they scream what I like. Guitar’s cranked to 13, Drums hittin’ like a fight… This ain’t soft sorrow, This is raw midnight. Turn it up dirty, Crank it up loud. Make ’em sweat, make ’em shout, Make that barroom proud. We ain’t whisperin’ pain, We’re draggin’ it outside. Kick the doors in, Start a fuckin’ riot. Sweat drippin’ off the ceiling, Bottles hum in their glass. Bass walkin’ real mean, Like it’s ready to smash. I blow one hard note, The whole room flinches. Second note hits, Like a fist through fences. My harp ain’t clean, It growls like a dog. Overblown war cry, Through barroom fog. No church blues here, No polished parade… Just busted-knuckle music, From a down-on-his-luck Bluesman. Turn it up dirty, Crank it up loud. Make the amps cry mercy, Make the bad ones proud. Yeah, we ain’t holdin’ back, We’re killin’ the quiet. Kick the doors in, Start a fuckin’ riot. Turn it up dirtier, Crank it up louder. Shove the night off the rails, Make the devil proud. Yeah, we’re runnin’ full throttle With fire fueled blues… Kick the doors in, Burn this fucker down.