[Verse 1 – Mid-tempo, gritty vocals] Concrete backyard, rusty swing set creaks G.I. Joe in the dirt, dreams of broken streets Mom blastin’ Pearl Jam while the laundry spins Dad yellin’ “turn that shit down!” again and again Baggy JNCOs draggin’, wallet chain clinkin’ loud Faded flannel armor, hidin’ scars we never talked about Sneakin’ cigarettes behind the 7-Eleven sign World felt endless… ‘til the future drew the line [Pre-Chorus – Building tension] No smartphones, just a cord wrapped ‘round the hall Callin’ girls we liked, prayin’ no one else would call Static in the speakers, static in our souls We were kings of nothing, watchin’ empires fall [Chorus – Full heavy, anthemic, gang vocals on the last line] NINETY-FUCKIN’-NINETIES! Raised on grunge and broken dreams Cassette tapes spinnin’ out our screams From the Nintendo glow to the mosh pit lights We grew up wild in the flickering nights! FLANNEL STATIC! Heart full of rage Lost in the glow of a simpler age We bled, we laughed, we learned too late That paradise was already rustin’ away! [Verse 2 – Dirtier, lower vocals] Beavis and Butthead laughin’ at our pain Skatin’ parking lots ‘til the cops came First kiss tasted like bubblegum and Boone’s Farm wine Prom night in a hand-me-down tux, feelin’ so out of time Internet was a payphone, 56k scream Downloadin’ hope one pixel at a time, chasin’ a fever dream Then the towers fell and the innocence died We traded Pokémon cards for real-world lies [Pre-Chorus 2 – Half-time, heavier] Now the flannel’s faded, the tapes don’t play But the rage still burns in the same damn way We’re the last generation that knew how to feel Before the likes and the filters made it all unreal [Chorus – Even bigger, layered vocals] [Bridge – Half-time spoken/screamed breakdown, atmospheric clean guitars then crushing drop] (Spoken clean, building intensity) We built forts out of cardboard… Fought dragons in the woods… Believed we could be anything… Then the world said “nah, kid, not you.” (Screamed) BUT WE STILL SCREAM! WE STILL FIGHT! GRUNGE IN OUR VEINS, METAL IN OUR BITE! (Heavy chug breakdown) This is for the kids who never fit the mold For the dreamers left out in the cold For every scratched CD and faded poster on the wall… WE WERE ALIVE! [Final Chorus – Explosive, full band, gang shouts] NINETY-FUCKIN’-NINETIES! We carry the scars and the fire inside Flannel ghosts still ridin’ by our side From the playground graves to these adult lies We’ll scream it loud ‘til the day we die! FLANNEL STATIC! Tearin’ through the pain 90s heart in a modern cage We grew up heavy… we grew up loud… AND WE AIN’T BACKIN’ DOWN! [Outro – Slow, crushing riff fade with feedback] Yeah… Static never dies… 1995… still alive… (final scream) FLANNEL STATIC!
