[★ “BOOT STOMP EXISTENCE” — Mohawk Vandals ★ (fast, snotty punk, 168–182 BPM, loud gang vocals, cartoon‑punk energy)] [VERSE 1] I woke up on the floor of a life I don’t remember, With a to‑do list screaming “fix yourself,” maybe later. My phone says I texted God at 3 AM, He left me on read — guess I’m ghosted again. I’m a bargain‑bin rebel with a clearance‑rack plan, A half‑charged brain in a full-grown man. If chaos had a mascot, it’d look like me — Mohawk crooked, yelling “THIS IS FINE!” ironically. [PRE‑CHORUS] Every time I try to care, I lose the plot, Every time I try to change, I change my mind a lot. So crank the amps until the neighbors call the cops — I’m not spiraling, I’m doing punk rock. [CHORUS] I don’t give a damn about your five‑year vision, I’m busy boot‑stompin’ through my own bad decisions. Do what you want — just don’t drag me along, I’m allergic to plans but addicted to songs. Yeah, life’s a mess, but I’m still in the fight — Screamin’ “I LIKE MYSELF BETTER WHEN I’M NOT ALRIGHT!” [VERSE 2] I got friends who think I’m wise and friends who know I’m not, I got dreams I never chase and habits I forgot. I got a heart that loves too hard and a brain that loves to bail, And a future held together with duct tape and pure fail. But I’m still here, louder than my doubts, Still writing songs that punch me in the mouth. Still laughing at the world like it’s a rerun show, Still yelling “I DON’T CARE!” even when I kinda do though. [PRE‑CHORUS 2] If growing up’s a mountain, I’m a skateboard kid, Rolling downhill screaming “LOOK WHAT I DID!” I’m not broken — I’m just built for noise, A glitch in the system with punk‑rock poise. [CHORUS] I don’t give a damn about your five‑year vision, I’m busy boot‑stompin’ through my own bad decisions. Do what you want — just don’t drag me along, I’m allergic to plans but addicted to songs. Yeah, life’s a mess, but I’m still in the fight — Screamin’ “I LIKE MYSELF BETTER WHEN I’M NOT ALRIGHT!” [BRIDGE — SPOKEN WORD] (your signature move) Listen up — I’m not here to be fixed, I’m here to be loud. I’m not here to be perfect, I’m here to be proud. I’m not here to fit in, I’m here to stand out — A cartoon punk gremlin with a megaphone mouth. So if the world wants quiet, it can look somewhere else — I’m the soundtrack of a meltdown that learned to love itself. [FINAL CHORUS] (BIGGER, DUMBER, LOUDER) I don’t give a damn about your five‑year vision, I’m busy boot‑stompin’ through my own bad decisions. Do what you want — just don’t drag me along, I’m allergic to plans but addicted to songs. Yeah, life’s a mess, but I’m still in the fight — Screamin’ “I LIKE MYSELF BETTER WHEN I’M NOT ALRIGHT!” [OUTRO] Boot stomp existence, Chaos is my witness — If life’s a joke, I’m the punk who gets it.
