Crisp the Can

Chaotic punk rock at 190 BPM with bright overdriven guitars, sharp downstrokes, frantically syncopated drums, and bratty British shouts, Verse blasts in breathless bursts; pre-chorus cuts to a sudden break with clipped snare reverb; chorus slams back with shouted gang vocals, tape-delay stabs, and stereo guitar spread, Loose distortion, room bleed, maximum-intensity opener, comedy-mean mix, rock, garage punk, punk, breaks, bright

V5.5

[Verse 1] Oi, look at you Crisp the can Boot to the curb Like it's part of the plan Took your grin Made it bite Now I'm all teeth And a party fight Snotty little saint With a stolen crown I came in loud And I won't sit down [Pre-Chorus] Hold on What’s that face? You came for peace? Wrong place [Chorus] Crisp the can Kick it back Crisp the can Watch it crack Crisp the can Out the way Crisp the can We don’t play (Oi! Oi!) (Crisp the can) (Oi! Oi!) (Crisp the can) [Verse 2] Mug on mad Hair gone wild I chew up rules Like a feral child Your nice little speech Went up in smoke I laughed so hard I nearly choked Bite my tongue? Not tonight I've got bad manners And a grin too bright [Pre-Chorus] Hold on Hear that smack? Door kicked open No turning back [Chorus] Crisp the can Kick it back Crisp the can Watch it crack Crisp the can Out the way Crisp the can We don’t play (Oi! Oi!) (Crisp the can) (Oi! Oi!) (Crisp the can) [Bridge] Sudden stop Now look at me One clean breath Then chaos free Then back we go Hard and mean Laughing like idiots Breaking the scene [Final Chorus] Crisp the can Kick it back Crisp the can Watch it crack Crisp the can Out the way Crisp the can We don’t play (Crisp the can!) (Oi! Oi!) (Crisp the can!) (Oi! Oi!)

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