**(Intro – *Fast, aggressive psychobilly slap-bass, heavy drums kick in, a distorted hollow-body guitar screeches*)** **(Verse 1)** You’re all dressed in beige, listening to filtered-down pop Your life’s an algorithm, strictly curated from the top Sharing cargo bikes and sipping oat-milk lattes in the sun We’re chugging cheap canned beer, and we’ve only just begun! It’s so cute how you’re "individual" in the exact same branded coat Complaining 'bout your work-life balance while your gluten-free dreams float. **(Chorus)** But we’ve got the grease deep in our hair and in our brain We’re running headfirst right against your boring corporate train! Between a Rockabilly vibe and a Psychobilly craze We’re driving completely brakeless through this neon-colored haze! Cover up your sensitive ears, it’s about to get real loud We built this damn rebellion, and we’re standing dirty and proud! **(Verse 2)** Oh, I’m sorry, am I too loud? Is my ink offending your eyes? So sorry that my ride still burns real gas until it dies! You’re saving the world from your home office with discipline and grace While we’re wrecking our knees in the pit, sweat dripping down our face. Your trends last for three weeks, then you buy the next hype online We’ve worn the same leather jackets since nineteen-fifty-nine! **(Chorus)** But we’ve got the grease deep in our hair and in our brain We’re running headfirst right against your boring corporate train! Between a Rockabilly vibe and a Psychobilly craze We’re driving completely brakeless through this neon-colored haze! Cover up your sensitive ears, it’s about to get real loud We built this damn rebellion, and we’re standing dirty and proud! **(Bridge – *Tempo accelerates drastically, pure psycho-style uptempo beat*)** Look out Mama, the greasers are back out on the street! Hunting down your influencers till they drop from the heat! We don’t need Wi-Fi to know exactly where we stand We just wanna watch the world burn while the bass player slaps his hand! Unity means here: if you drop, you get dragged right back up to your feet Before the mainstream locks us out and sanitizes the street! **(Guitar / Bass Solo – *Wild, reckless, distorted, pure Rock'n'Roll chaos*)** **(Verse 3 – *Slowing down slightly, spoken with maximum sarcasm*)** Oh, so you want to be "vintage" now? How precious, how chic, how neat! Buying your little rebellion with a click, sitting on your seat. But Rock'n'Roll isn't a filter on your shiny smartphone screen Rock'n'Roll is dirt, ecstasy, and pure, raw gasoline! **(Chorus – *Full explosive energy, gang vocals in the background*)** But we’ve got the grease deep in our hair and in our brain We’re running headfirst right against your boring corporate train! Between a Rockabilly vibe and a Psychobilly craze We’re driving completely brakeless through this neon-colored haze! Cover up your sensitive ears, it’s about to get real loud We built this damn rebellion, and we’re standing dirty and proud! **(Outro – *Instruments escalating to a frantic climax, singer gives a sinister, raspy laugh*)** Yeah, go on home, you’ve got a meeting tomorrow at nine! We’re staying right here! Subculture never dies! *(One last heavy crash on the drums, final slaps on the bass, guitar feedback fades out)*
