The Incident (ft. Potoo) [Soundgarden x Collab Warz]

/// Featuring @Potoo-Phonic Peacock Pop /// suno.com/@potoo_phonic_peacock_pop /// Sound Garden Collab Warz Week 7 /// Discord - discord.gg/g4wtWhCUV9 Burnt shoulders, burning hot boulders, burning hot black shoe while my cigar burnt hot, too. A salt drop of sweat, unburnt memories I regret, the things that I said..... hm, it must have been noon. And with a bang and a boom, someone flew out of said saloon. Dust rose, a gunshot echoed, the sun stood still, frozen, aglow. And there I stood, with nothing to do but light another cigar... while the day burned bright. The saloon doors swung with a crash, Old Joe yelled, "Who spiked my stash?!" A table flipped, cards went flying, The piano man kept on trying. It’s a brawl, it’s a tumble, Barrels rolling, chairs that crumble. In this saloon, it’s do or die Just watch out for that pie in the eye! The sheriff ducked behind the bar, While Daisy shouted, "Get your hands off my jar!" Boots stomping, fists were pounding, Bottles breaking, chaos resounding. It’s a brawl, it’s a tumble, Barrels rolling, chairs that crumble. In this saloon, it’s do or die Just watch out for that pie in the eye! The bartender slid down the rail, A rogue chicken joined the tale. Miss Kitty screamed, "You won’t hit me!" And slammed a tray like a frisbee. Over the chaos, the music played, The honky-tonk melody didn’t fade. Even as Big Jim took a tumble, The rhythm kept the barroom humble. It’s a brawl, it’s a tumble, Barrels rolling, chairs that crumble. In this saloon, it’s do or die Just watch out for that pie in the eye! And as the dust began to settle, The sheriff stood up, a broken kettle. “Another round?” he asked with a grin, As the saloon burst into laughter again. The wind takes it all, And the dust settles slow. In the end, nothing stands, But bullets and blood. The wind takes it all, And the dust settles slow. In the end, nothing stands, But bullets and blood.