[Style: Hard rock, 4/4 time, 120 BPM, heavy distorted guitar riff, punchy drums, male gritty vocals] [Intro] [Heavy distorted guitar riff starts] [Drums kick in with a steady punchy beat] [Extended instrumental jam - 30 seconds] [Riff continues with bass groove] [Verse 1] Concrete pillow and a metal sink My head is pounding, I can't even think Blue and red flashes in a hazy dream Why does my skin feel like a cold breeze beam? Where are my boots? Where the fuck are my jeans? I’m the leading man in the weirdest scene. [Pre-Chorus] The lights were spinning, gold and bright I was the king of the Tuesday night I had the mic, I had the stage Now I’m staring at a steel-bar cage. [Chorus] (Good morning, inmate!) (Good morning, inmate!) Yeah, the party’s over, the show was free (Good morning, inmate!) (Good morning, inmate!) Now the city owns a piece of me. [Verse 2] I thought the sirens were a backing track I climbed the roof with a hairy back The cherries-and-berries were my spotlight glow I gave the precinct a hell of a show Dancing naked on a Crown Vic roof The dashcam footage is the living proof. [Bridge] [Calm authority voice over intercom]: "Good morning, inmate." [Heavy guitar riff intensifies] I was singing "Born to be Wild" While the sergeant screamed and the rookies smiled No velvet curtain, just a zip-tie cuff I guess the karaoke wasn't enough. [Chorus] (Good morning, inmate!) (Good morning, inmate!) Yeah, the party’s over, the show was free (Good morning, inmate!) (Good morning, inmate!) Now the city owns a piece of me. [Guitar Solo] [Melodic blues-rock solo with heavy sustain] [Extended instrumental jam section] [Verse 3] The crowd was angry, the crowd was blue They didn't appreciate my point of view Five-O theater on the side of the road The ultimate hangover start to explode. [Outro] [Catchy chant-style chorus] (Good morning, inmate!) (Good morning, inmate!) (You, Motherfuckers! !) [Calm authority voice]: "Good morning, inmate." [Abrupt dry guitar riff ending] [End]
