Full Moon On Peachtree

Glitch Pop, Atlanta Trap, Seasonal, Halloween, humor

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[Pre-Chorus]
Bones start crunching while my knuckles sprout hair
Waze says "Heavy traffic," like I ain't aware
I need to terrorize the countryside, wild and unchained
Instead I'm gnawing on the steering wheel, trapped and restrained!

[Chorus]
Full moon on Peachtree, bumper to bumper!
(Awoo-oo-oo!)
Trapped behind an Altima that's dragging its muffler!
(Awoo-oo-oo!)
Silver bullet? Nah, just a silver Prius creeping!
Howlin' out the window while a thousand horns are beeping!
Claws on the vinyl, snout on the glass
Ancient dark curse and they won't let me pass!

[Verse 2]
Spine expands and punches right through the headrest foam
Snapped the rearview mirror, crunching plastic, glass, and chrome
Stomped the gas pedal flat under nine-inch claws,
Shorting out the touchscreen with the drool from my jaws!
Line of stalled sedans looking like a hot buffet
I could crack a Kia open, eat a commuter today!
Headliner sagging, full of fiberglass and hair
Tap your brakes again, pal—I won't need no silverware!

[Bridge]
(GPS Voice: In four hundred feet, make a U-turn)
(Werewolf): "I can't make a U-turn, there's a concrete barrier!"
Fur clogging up the air conditioning vent
Seven lanes of brake lights on the cracked cement
Pounding on my horn, let the monster break through!
Atlanta rush hour got me road-raging on you!

[Outro]
Crawled forward half an inch...
Then tapped the brakes again.
Awoo...
Just use your turn signal!

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[Verse 1] Clock reads 8:14 in a dead-stop crawl Pinned between a dump truck and a concrete wall Full moon rising over Midtown glass Check-engine light is flashing and I'm out of gas No misty moors, no Black Forest bog Just exhaust pipe fumes and humid city smog Fangs punch straight through my bottom lip Claws shredding vinyl off the power-steering grip [Pre-Chorus] Bones start crunching while my knuckles sprout hair Waze says "Heavy traffic," like I ain't aware I need to terrorize the countryside, wild and unchained Instead I'm gnawing on the steering wheel, trapped and restrained! [Chorus] Full moon on Peachtree, bumper to bumper! (Awoo-oo-oo!) Trapped behind an Altima that's dragging its muffler! (Awoo-oo-oo!) Silver bullet? Nah, just a silver Prius creeping! Howlin' out the window while a thousand horns are beeping! Claws on the vinyl, snout on the glass Ancient dark curse and they won't let me pass! [Verse 2] Spine expands and punches right through the headrest foam Snapped the rearview mirror, crunching plastic, glass, and chrome Stomped the gas pedal flat under nine-inch claws, Shorting out the touchscreen with the drool from my jaws! Line of stalled sedans looking like a hot buffet I could crack a Kia open, eat a commuter today! Headliner sagging, full of fiberglass and hair Tap your brakes again, pal—I won't need no silverware! [Bridge] (GPS Voice: In four hundred feet, make a U-turn) (Werewolf): "I can't make a U-turn, there's a concrete barrier!" Fur clogging up the air conditioning vent Seven lanes of brake lights on the cracked cement Pounding on my horn, let the monster break through! Atlanta rush hour got me road-raging on you! [Chorus] Full moon on Peachtree, bumper to bumper! (Awoo-oo-oo!) Trapped behind an Altima that's dragging its muffler! (Awoo-oo-oo!) Silver bullet? Nah, just a silver Prius creeping! Howlin' out the window while a thousand horns are beeping! Claws on the vinyl, snout on the glass Ancient dark curse and they won't let me pass! [Outro] Crawled forward half an inch... Then tapped the brakes again. Awoo... Just use your turn signal!

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