[Intro] [Pounding rhythmic upright piano chords] [Muffled kick drum steps in, counting the groove] [Overdriven lead guitar riff bursts across the stereo field] [Verse 1] [Driving rhythm, dry upfront vocal, Mark Sheehan style gritty guitar licks] Factory steam settles down on the rusted chain-link fence Counting nickels on a counter just to make a bit of sense Clock hits five, but the town remains in a permanent coma state Sitting on the bonnet of a sedan waiting on an absent fate Uncle told me patience builds a foundation made of oak All I ever saw it build was chimneys coughing smoke [Pre-Chorus] [Bass line climbs aggressively, ride cymbal shimmers, vocal gains rasp] The map in the glovebox is cracked at the fold Tired of trading my pulse for the promise of gold Kick the flat tyre, put the key in the drum Listen close to the highway beginning to hum [Chorus] [Massive stadium swell, wall of distorted guitars, full kit groove] We’re tearing down the road out of boredom! Leaving the grey where the rain cannot cure! They wrote off our chances before we were formed, and We’re proving that hungry is stronger than pure! Burn the caution tape, let the pistons scream Waking up the valley from a paralyzed dream! [Verse 2] [Half-time feel on snare, walking bassline, rhythmic conversational vocal] Pawn shop window displaying an imitation six-string axe Beside a row of broken radios and unpaid council tax The bar down the corner keeps the television volume high To drown out the silence whenever an ambulance passes by They drink to forget that they never unpacked their bags I’m cutting through the perimeter with jagged burlap rags [Pre-Chorus] [Piano chords hit hard staccatos, hi-hat ticks rapid, vocal climbs] No formal goodbye, no handshake at the gate No lingering around to negotiate with fate Feel the suspension rebound off the dirt A little scrape of metal never did no damage that hurt! [Chorus] [Explosive arena drop, huge backing harmonies, soaring vocal belt] We’re tearing down the road out of boredom! Leaving the grey where the rain cannot cure! They wrote off our chances before we were formed, and We’re proving that hungry is stronger than pure! Burn the caution tape, let the pistons scream Waking up the valley from a paralyzed dream! [Verse 3] [Chugging muted rhythm guitar, syncopated tom fills, steady crescendo] Past the rusted water tower spray-painted with eighty-nine Past the silent telephone wires dipping in a lazy line Every mile marker feels like cutting through a rusted wire Trading all the damp decay for genuine combustion fire! [Chorus] [Full blast, crash cymbals ringing, gang vocal shouts on key phrases] We’re tearing down the road out of boredom! Leaving the grey where the rain cannot cure! They wrote off our chances before we were formed, and We’re proving that hungry is stronger than pure! Burn the caution tape, let the pistons scream Waking up the valley from a paralyzed dream! [Guitar Solo] [Melodic, blues-tinged, soaring Celtic rock guitar solo with tape delay] [Bridge] [Drums pull back to stomps and handclaps, vocal raw and close-mic] Don't weep for the quiet streets we left behind in the gloom A cradle gets suffocating when it turns into a tomb! [Snare roll builds into rolling thunder] Floor the pedal down! [Outro] [Driving stadium rock groove, vocal ad-libs echoing into distance] Nothing back there but dust... Nothing back there but rust... Tear it down, tear it down! [Final sustained piano chord rings out with guitar feedback] [Decay to silence]
