[Intro] (Fast, screaming Telecaster guitar intro over a frantic 2-step train beat and rolling honky-tonk piano) (Gritty spoken baritone over the rhythm) Look... I’m not saying it was smart. I’m just saying it made sense at two in the morning. Hold my beer. [Verse 1] (Fast 2-step groove, chugging electric rhythm, walking bass) It started in the hallway with a case of cheap Busch Light, Testing out ceramic plates in the middle of the night. Strapped the vest onto my chest, stood against the wall, Told my buddy, "Take your aim and try not to let me fall!" The muzzle flashed, the drywall cracked, the room went white and loud, Knocked the wind clean out of me while he stood smiling proud. The landlord’s gonna wonder why there’s lead inside the pine, And the bedroom closet looks like an active firing line! [Pre-Chorus] (Snare drum builds rapidly, screaming pedal steel slide) My ears are ringing double and my chest is turning blue, He looked at me and asked me if I’m good to go for round two! (Spoken snarl) Yeah... but did you die? [Chorus] (Maximum explosive volume, roaring guitars, shouting gang vocals) Hold my beer and watch this shit go down! We’re the undisputed champions of tearing up this town! From the living room range to the late-night highway roar, If the danger level’s high, you know we’re asking for some more! Ain't got no common sense, but we’re damn sure running high— So look me in the eye and tell me: Yeah, but did you die?! [Verse 2] (Fast driving tempo resumes, twangy Telecaster fills) Rolled the Harley out the shed, pinned the throttle wide, One-hundred-and-nine miles an hour on a midnight slide! Drunk on bad decisions, skipping gears along the black, With two squad cars behind us trying hard to cut the track. Hit a bump and caught some air, saw the power station spark, Blowing green and blinding blue across the county park! Late-night drives with transformers lighting up the midnight sky, Looking like an alien invasion rolling by! [Pre-Chorus] (Snare roll, heavy guitar chug) Skidded sideways in the ditch and flipped into the rye, He pulled me from the handlebars and said: (Spoken baritone chuckle) Yeah... but did you die? [Chorus] (Maximum explosive volume, roaring guitars, shouting gang vocals) Hold my beer and watch this shit go down! We’re the undisputed champions of tearing up this town! From the living room range to the late-night highway roar, If the danger level’s high, you know we’re asking for some more! Ain't got no common sense, but we’re damn sure running high— So look me in the eye and tell me: Yeah, but did you die?! [Guitar Solo] (Blazing fast, dual-harmony Telecaster solo trading off with unhinged honky-tonk piano and screaming pedal steel runs) [Bridge] (Halftime breakdown, heavy kick pulse, spoken baritone laugh) (Chuckles into the mic) Man, the paramedics know my first name, my blood type, and my shoe size. (Guitar feedback screams) Sparks in the wires, lead in the drywall, let's fire up the bikes again! (Full drum roll launches back into double-time!) [Chorus] (Full throttle, absolute wall of sound, shouting gang vocals) Hold my beer and watch this shit go down! We’re the undisputed champions of tearing up this town! From the living room range to the late-night highway roar, If the danger level’s high, you know we’re asking for some more! Ain't got no common sense, but we’re damn sure running high— So look me in the eye and tell me: Yeah, but did you die?! [Outro] (Driving 2-step kicks into overdrive, wild Telecaster bends) Didn't think so! Patch up the drywall! Kickstart the engine! (Spoken final laugh) Hand me another cold one. (Big crashing finish on an A-major power chord, motorcycle revving away, transformer electrical buzz, and a sharp beer can pop)
