Ain't Nothin' But a Deathclaw

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-Verse 1-
[Lead Vocal - Slower, confident growl]
You ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, cryin' all the time.
You see me comin' with the King's Guard, and that's the end of your crime.
You think you're mighty quick, baby, with those claws and that mean stare,
But you ain't got the moves, son, to catch me anywhere.

-Pre-Chorus – [Tension builds, rhythm slightly speeds up]
[Full Group Harmony - Tense, backing vocals]
(Ooh-yeah, the King knows trouble!)
Heard you screechin' out near Sloan, lookin' for a fight,
But you picked the wrong pompadour to mess with late at night!

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Loud, bluesy belt over driving drums]
Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road!
(A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote!
When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer,
'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear!

-Verse 2-
[Lead Vocal - Boastful, mocking]
You told the whole Mojave you were fast and you were tough,
Said smooth-skins were easy, you never got enough.
But you saw my slicked-back jacket, shining in the moon's haze,
You turned around so fast, boy, you spent the next three days...
Just crawlin' through the canyon, tryna figure out your life,
You'd rather face a dozen fiends than the King and his knife!

-Pre-Chorus – [ Tension builds]
[Full Group Harmony]
(Ooh-yeah, the King knows trouble!)
Heard you screechin' out near Sloan, lookin' for a fight,
But you picked the wrong pompadour to mess with late at night!

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Loud, bluesy belt]
Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road!
(A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote!
When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer,
'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear!

-Bridge-
[Tempo slows to a crawl. Guitar plays a simple, defiant chord progression. Vocals are quiet and intimidating.]
[Lead Vocal - Deep, spoken word]
(Now listen close, you mutated mess... the difference is style.
Your claws are long, but your future's vile.
We got the look, we got the sound, we got the only code.
You just crawl on the ground... carrying a heavy load.)

-Guitar Solo – [A slow, piercing electric blues solo with heavy fuzz and reverb, full of swagger and menace.]

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Max energy, powerful vocal delivery]
Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road!
(A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote!
When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer,
'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear!

-Outro – [Final punchy chord. Lead vocal gives a last taunt.]
[Lead Vocal] (Thank ya! Thank ya very much.)

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-Intro – [Slow, fuzzy electric guitar riff. Clapping on beats 2 & 4. Bass guitar walks slowly and menacingly.] [Lead Singer - Deep, casual drawl] (Well, everybody's talking 'bout my troubles in the night... Yeah, troubles in the night...) -Verse 1- [Lead Vocal - Slower, confident growl] You ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, cryin' all the time. You ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, cryin' all the time. You see me comin' with the King's Guard, and that's the end of your crime. You think you're mighty quick, baby, with those claws and that mean stare, But you ain't got the moves, son, to catch me anywhere. -Pre-Chorus – [Tension builds, rhythm slightly speeds up] [Full Group Harmony - Tense, backing vocals] (Ooh-yeah, the King knows trouble!) Heard you screechin' out near Sloan, lookin' for a fight, But you picked the wrong pompadour to mess with late at night! -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Loud, bluesy belt over driving drums] Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road! (A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote! When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer, 'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear! -Verse 2- [Lead Vocal - Boastful, mocking] You told the whole Mojave you were fast and you were tough, Said smooth-skins were easy, you never got enough. But you saw my slicked-back jacket, shining in the moon's haze, You turned around so fast, boy, you spent the next three days... Just crawlin' through the canyon, tryna figure out your life, You'd rather face a dozen fiends than the King and his knife! -Pre-Chorus – [ Tension builds] [Full Group Harmony] (Ooh-yeah, the King knows trouble!) Heard you screechin' out near Sloan, lookin' for a fight, But you picked the wrong pompadour to mess with late at night! -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Loud, bluesy belt] Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road! (A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote! When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer, 'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear! -Bridge- [Tempo slows to a crawl. Guitar plays a simple, defiant chord progression. Vocals are quiet and intimidating.] [Lead Vocal - Deep, spoken word] (Now listen close, you mutated mess... the difference is style. Your claws are long, but your future's vile. We got the look, we got the sound, we got the only code. You just crawl on the ground... carrying a heavy load.) -Guitar Solo – [A slow, piercing electric blues solo with heavy fuzz and reverb, full of swagger and menace.] -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Max energy, powerful vocal delivery] Well, you ain't nothin' but a Deathclaw, hidin' by the road! (A-hoo!) Tryna fill your belly with the burdens that we tote! When the King's Guard passes, we just look and we sneer, 'Cause the only beast we run from, is the tax man, dear! -Outro – [Final punchy chord. Lead vocal gives a last taunt.] [Lead Vocal] (Thank ya! Thank ya very much.)

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