SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING

hansschwarzbach70

Outlaw Country, Deathcore, Industrial Metal

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(70 BPM — filthy resonator slide, tagelharpa drone, chain drag, boot heel)

[INTRO — DEEP MALE, SPOKEN]
(low, amused)

I had a drink.
I had a stool.
I had absolutely nowhere I needed to be.

(chair scrape)

Then you walked over.

(pause)

That was ambitious.

(jaw harp)

[VERSE 1 — LOW GRITTY MALE]
(resonator riff, boot stomp, dirty bass)

I ain't the biggest bastard in the room,
I ain't the meanest one you'll meet,
But I've got a bad habit of finishin'
What stupid starts with me.

You puffed your chest,
You spilled my rye,
Said something 'bout my mama—

(instruments stop)

Hell.

She would've hit you harder.

(drums slam in)

You brought six boys,
I brought bad judgment,
Now everybody's makin' plans.
Mine involve another whiskey.
Yours involve an ambulance.

[PRE-CHORUS — HALF-SUNG]
(detuned banjo, chains, heavy bass)

I gave you one chance.

(GANG: ONE!)

Then I gave you two.

(GANG: TWO!)

There wasn't gonna be a three—

(full stop)

I got thirsty.

[CHORUS — LEAD + GANG]
(Southern hard-rock guitars, huge drums)

SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING!

(GANG: LEFT HIM ALONE!)

Should've let that sleeping bad decision
Keep his happy ass at home!

SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING!

(GANG: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!)

I was minding my own damn business—

(full stop)

Till you volunteered to be it.

(resonator lick)

[VERSE 2 — COCKY RHYTHMIC VOCAL]
(banjo percussion, trap hats)

Now your buddy's got religion,
He's prayin' underneath a chair.
Another one's negotiating
With a coat rack over there.

Bartender yelled,
“Take it outside!”

I said,
“Ma'am, I'm tryin'.”

(industrial hit)

But every time I reach the doorway,
Some new dumbass joins the line.

(Cajun fiddle scrapes)

One swung high.
One swung low.
One reconsidered halfway through.

That one's smart.

(pause)

Be like that dude.

[PRE-BREAK — SPOKEN]
(fiddle scrape, sub pulse)

Now—
I know what you're thinking.

“Surely this situation
cannot get any stupider.”

(pause)

Friend...

You have entirely too much faith
in people.

[FALSE CHORUS — RESTRAINED]
(resonator, low kick)

Should've left me drinking...

(GANG, DISTANT: LEFT HIM ALONE...)

Should've let that old barstool
keep holding me down—

(feedback rises)

Should've—

(SILENCE)

[BREAKDOWN — BRUTAL HALF-TIME]
(8-string guitars, 808, war drums, chains)

[SCREAMED]
WHO—
THE HELL—
TOUCHED—
MY—
DRINK?!

(GANG: BAD FUCKING IDEA!)

(crushing hit)

I SAID—

(GANG: WHAT?!)

PUT—

(GANG: WHAT?!)

THE—

(GANG: WHAT?!)

GLASS—

(GANG: WHAT?!)

DOWN!

(808 DROP)

[SCREAMED]
YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME—

(GANG: NO!)

BUT YOU'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE HERE—

(GANG: HORIZONTAL!)

[INSTRUMENTAL COLLISION]
(slow deathcore riff, frantic Cajun fiddle)
(detuned banjo, tagelharpa, Nordic throat chant)
(Southern gospel gang vocals, industrial pulse)
(resonator blues riff continues underneath)

[GANG]
LEFT!
HIM!
DRINKING!

LEFT!
HIM!
DRINKING!

[LOW GROWL]
But nooooo...

You had to say something.

[VERSE 3 — HEAVY BLUES SHUFFLE]
(guitars crush beneath swinging drums)

Now there's drywall in the jukebox,
There's a boot print on the fan.
Somebody's belt is on the ceiling—

(spoken)

Don't know.

Don't wanna know.

(back into rhythm)

The deputy walked through the doorway,
Looked at me,
Then looked around.

He sighed like he'd seen this movie.

Said—

[SECOND MALE, SPOKEN]
“Again?”

[LEAD, SPOKEN]
Apparently.

[FINAL CHORUS — FULL ENSEMBLE]
(Southern rock, deathcore, banjo, fiddle, 808, war drums)

SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING!

(GANG: LEFT HIM ALONE!)

I was three drinks deep in peaceful
Till you came and proved me wrong!

SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING!

(GANG: YOU FUCKED AROUND!)

I didn't come in here for trouble—

(GANG: BUT TROUBLE CAME AROUND!)

SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING!

(NORDIC CHANT: HEY! HEY! HEY!)

Call the law,
Call your daddy,
Call whoever owns this town—

(full-band hits)

But somebody—

better—

find—

my—

WHISKEY!

(MASSIVE BREAKDOWN HIT)

[OUTRO]
(everything dies)
(lone resonator returns)

[LOW SPOKEN — CALM]

Bartender.

(glass on wood)

Another.

(pause)

And put his on my tab.

(long pause)

...He ain't gonna need it.

(single jaw-harp twang)

[END]

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SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING (70 BPM — filthy resonator slide, tagelharpa drone, chain drag, boot heel) [INTRO — DEEP MALE, SPOKEN] (low, amused) I had a drink. I had a stool. I had absolutely nowhere I needed to be. (chair scrape) Then you walked over. (pause) That was ambitious. (jaw harp) [VERSE 1 — LOW GRITTY MALE] (resonator riff, boot stomp, dirty bass) I ain't the biggest bastard in the room, I ain't the meanest one you'll meet, But I've got a bad habit of finishin' What stupid starts with me. You puffed your chest, You spilled my rye, Said something 'bout my mama— (instruments stop) Hell. She would've hit you harder. (drums slam in) You brought six boys, I brought bad judgment, Now everybody's makin' plans. Mine involve another whiskey. Yours involve an ambulance. [PRE-CHORUS — HALF-SUNG] (detuned banjo, chains, heavy bass) I gave you one chance. (GANG: ONE!) Then I gave you two. (GANG: TWO!) There wasn't gonna be a three— (full stop) I got thirsty. [CHORUS — LEAD + GANG] (Southern hard-rock guitars, huge drums) SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING! (GANG: LEFT HIM ALONE!) Should've let that sleeping bad decision Keep his happy ass at home! SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING! (GANG: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!) I was minding my own damn business— (full stop) Till you volunteered to be it. (resonator lick) [VERSE 2 — COCKY RHYTHMIC VOCAL] (banjo percussion, trap hats) Now your buddy's got religion, He's prayin' underneath a chair. Another one's negotiating With a coat rack over there. Bartender yelled, “Take it outside!” I said, “Ma'am, I'm tryin'.” (industrial hit) But every time I reach the doorway, Some new dumbass joins the line. (Cajun fiddle scrapes) One swung high. One swung low. One reconsidered halfway through. That one's smart. (pause) Be like that dude. [PRE-BREAK — SPOKEN] (fiddle scrape, sub pulse) Now— I know what you're thinking. “Surely this situation cannot get any stupider.” (pause) Friend... You have entirely too much faith in people. [FALSE CHORUS — RESTRAINED] (resonator, low kick) Should've left me drinking... (GANG, DISTANT: LEFT HIM ALONE...) Should've let that old barstool keep holding me down— (feedback rises) Should've— (SILENCE) [BREAKDOWN — BRUTAL HALF-TIME] (8-string guitars, 808, war drums, chains) [SCREAMED] WHO— THE HELL— TOUCHED— MY— DRINK?! (GANG: BAD FUCKING IDEA!) (crushing hit) I SAID— (GANG: WHAT?!) PUT— (GANG: WHAT?!) THE— (GANG: WHAT?!) GLASS— (GANG: WHAT?!) DOWN! (808 DROP) [SCREAMED] YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME— (GANG: NO!) BUT YOU'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE HERE— (GANG: HORIZONTAL!) [INSTRUMENTAL COLLISION] (slow deathcore riff, frantic Cajun fiddle) (detuned banjo, tagelharpa, Nordic throat chant) (Southern gospel gang vocals, industrial pulse) (resonator blues riff continues underneath) [GANG] LEFT! HIM! DRINKING! LEFT! HIM! DRINKING! [LOW GROWL] But nooooo... You had to say something. [VERSE 3 — HEAVY BLUES SHUFFLE] (guitars crush beneath swinging drums) Now there's drywall in the jukebox, There's a boot print on the fan. Somebody's belt is on the ceiling— (spoken) Don't know. Don't wanna know. (back into rhythm) The deputy walked through the doorway, Looked at me, Then looked around. He sighed like he'd seen this movie. Said— [SECOND MALE, SPOKEN] “Again?” [LEAD, SPOKEN] Apparently. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL ENSEMBLE] (Southern rock, deathcore, banjo, fiddle, 808, war drums) SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING! (GANG: LEFT HIM ALONE!) I was three drinks deep in peaceful Till you came and proved me wrong! SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING! (GANG: YOU FUCKED AROUND!) I didn't come in here for trouble— (GANG: BUT TROUBLE CAME AROUND!) SHOULD'VE LEFT ME DRINKING! (NORDIC CHANT: HEY! HEY! HEY!) Call the law, Call your daddy, Call whoever owns this town— (full-band hits) But somebody— better— find— my— WHISKEY! (MASSIVE BREAKDOWN HIT) [OUTRO] (everything dies) (lone resonator returns) [LOW SPOKEN — CALM] Bartender. (glass on wood) Another. (pause) And put his on my tab. (long pause) ...He ain't gonna need it. (single jaw-harp twang) [END]

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