[Intro] [Isolated kick drum, steady and heavy like a heartbeat] [Malcolm Young style gritty rhythm guitar joins, playing a bluesy riff] [Vocals screeching and raw, like Brian Johnson] [Verse 1] Midnight on the scrap heap, rusting in the rain Sitting in the rolling chair, ignoring all the pain Got a perimeter of chain-link, razor wire on the top But the local teenage terrors just don't know when to stop They think because I'm paralyzed, sitting in the rust That they can kick my gates in and leave me in the dust They got their crowbars ready, looking for a thrill Climbing over fenders on the edge of the hill. [Chorus] [Massive AC/DC style chord progression, crashing cymbals] I might be sitting down, but I'm standing my ground! The heaviest metal for miles around! They think it’s an easy mark, a vulnerable score! But they just kicked open the devil's front door! Disabled but able! [Verse 2] [Driving rhythm, heavy bass thump] They smash the glass of the Cadillac, laughing in the dark Throwing heavy bricks at the twisted metal park I sit inside the trailer, sipping on a brew Watching on the monitors to see what they will do They're marching toward the center, right into the maze Kicking at the hubcaps in a vandalizing haze I wipe the greasy oil off the heavy master switch Time to flip the breakers and throw them in the ditch. [Chorus] [High energy, fist-pumping blues-rock] I might be sitting down, but I'm standing my ground! The heaviest metal for miles around! They think it’s an easy mark, a vulnerable score! But they just kicked open the devil's front door! Disabled but able! [Guitar Solo] [Angus Young style blistering, blues-scale solo] [Rhythm section keeps the steady, driving stomp] [Verse 3 - The Twist] [Music cuts to just bass and drums] [Vocals drop to a menacing, gravelly tone] I pull the heavy lever. The junkyard comes alive. Hydraulic presses roaring in the center of the hive. The cranes are moving autonomously, dropping crushing weight! The gates are swinging shut, sealing up their fate! [Full band explodes back in] I spent a decade wiring every single scrapped machine! The deadliest labyrinth that they have ever seen! They aren't terrorizing me, I lured them in the trap! Turning local hooligans to pulverized scrap! [Outro] [Extended blues-rock jam, screaming vocals] Crush 'em in the compactor! Feed 'em to the gears! The old man in the chair is your darkest of fears! Disabled but able! [Final heavy chord strikes and sustains] [End]
