Verse 1 (Heavy, chugging guitars, Drowning Pool-style intensity) One, nothing wrong with the grind! Two, pour the fire, it’s time! Three, crank the heat, feel the swill! Four, let the bodies hit the stills! Pre-Chorus (Driving rhythm, building tension) The bodies stack where the stills distill! Chorus (Melodic, Semisonic-style, soaring vocals) Let the bodies hit the stills, it’s milkin’ time! Put another shrimp on the barbie, my friend! Verse 2 (Pounding drums, aggressive vocals) Sweat and smoke, yeah, The bodies pile where the stills distill! Pre-Chorus (Gritty, rising energy) The bodies stack where the stills distill! Chorus (Big, anthemic, crowd-singalong vibe) Let the bodies hit the stills, it’s milkin’ time! Pour the chaos, let it spill, Put another shrimp on the barbie, my friend! Bridge (Slower, reflective, Semisonic-esque melancholy) Another shrimp, another tale to be told. Breakdown (Heavy, shouted, Drowning Pool energy) LET THE BODIES HIT THE STILLS! (Milkin’ time!) LET THE BODIES HIT THE STILLS! (Light the fire!) PUT ANOTHER SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE! (No regrets!) LET THE BODIES HIT THE STILLS! Final Chorus (Huge, layered, triumphant) Let the bodies hit the stills, it’s milkin’ time! Put another shrimp on the barbie, my friend! Outro (Fading guitars, echoing vocals) Milkin’ time… put another shrimp on the barbie… The stills keep burnin’…
