[Intro] [fuzzy electric guitar riff, syncopated drum beat] [Verse 1] [Vocal Style: Gritty, Soulful, Laid-back] [Energy: Low] Moon stiffs me on three bucks, skippin' since the swell, Lurks in vapor veils, chucklin' through the veil. I bay my ledger nightly, carve it crisp in rime, But she clutches that quicksilver close, tallies it as prime. [Chorus] [Energy: Medium] [Heavy Funk Groove] I'm three bucks shy of the moon, she's reelin' me in slow, Pilin' debts in sable folds, skewin' yes from no. I amp my invoice sharper, spiked with selenite, But I'm still three bucks shy of the moon tonight. [Verse 2] [Vocal Style: Gritty, Soulful, Laid-back] [Energy: Low] She's a gleam-gleaner sly, snatchin' every ray, Lolls in pilfered limelight while I simmer in the fray. Twilight tribunal waits, star-clusters rigged to rule, They jeer my casebook crinkled as she swills her curdled cool. [Chorus] [Energy: Medium] [Heavy Funk Groove] I'm three bucks shy of the moon, she's grinning in her glaze, I heap her violations tall, but she wipes 'em in a haze. My yowl's a solicitor's scroll, locked in obsidian scrawl, But I'm still three bucks shy of the moon, teeterin' on the fall. [Bridge] [Energy: High] I'll drag her to the stellar saloon, charge her cyclic curve, Haul her scimitar shadow through the void's raw nerve. Sol cracks the ruling hammer: "Stray, slink off and cease," But I'll grind that grudge to gravel till her lender's luster flees. [Outro] [escalating layered howls, guitar feedback & funky rhythm stabs] [Energy: Medium] Three bucks shy… three bucks shy… Snappin' ledgers at the surge… She can flee, she can fade, she can bloat, she can bleed, But I'll hound three bucks shy of the moon—endless need. [End]
