[dark outlaw country / gothic folk / junkyard blues, 125 BPM, lowest male baritone/bass vocal, rough but controlled delivery, sarcastic upbeat storytelling, banjo-driven rhythm, gritty acoustic instrumentation, distorted harmonica lead instead of electric guitar, no cinematic effects, no operatic vocals, no excessive drama, dry dirty organic mix] [INTRO – INSTRUMENTAL, DISTORTED HARMONICA LEAD] [INTRO CHORUS – rough male baritone vocal] Everything sucks in this grand age of soy and humanity, The mayo-ketchup blushes pink, like blood all mixed with pus, Nobody believes in love — it’s just a sad insanity, While cheeses ripen nicely, smelling like a seasoned farting arse. [VERSE 1] My songs are multicultural feed, And you and I will gorge on them like piglets till we're stuffed. Darlin’, if beauty happened to be shit indeed, You’d be shit-covered — that compliment is enough. [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – BANJO + DISTORTED HARMONICA] [VERSE 2] Crimson sunset, our very first date in fall, Thoughts jump like sparks and my heartbeat runs quick. My chest starts trembling, I’m losing control, Here’s a flower, darling… will you suck it? [CHORUS 2] Even if you’ve got a skeleton in your closet, One day it’ll wake up and want to bite your veins. In a woman it’s the soul that matters — so they say, As for me… I don’t have one. All I’ve got are endless refrains. [VERSE 3] There’s more inside me than filth and sin, From within I’m full of wonders, unheard-of and bright. Don’t rush past me, look deeper in, my dear, Even pigeons dig through piles of stinking shit for a nut inside. [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – BANJO, DIRTY HARMONICA RIFFS] [VERSE 4] With me don’t fear a blade, a rope, or skunks, Or acid tubs, or graveyard luck. We’ve got our love, the rest is just useless dump, Some fucking piece of crap you don’t need to give a fuck. [CHORUS 3] Life’s just a public institution of prostitution, Some get fucked for pennies, some for a lollipop. Time drips… we’re building Skynet in slow execution, We live in a golden age — don’t call it fucking hell drop. [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – BANJO, DIRTY HARMONICA RIFFS] This is a song ‘bout love... don’t call it fucking hell drop... don’t call it fucking hell drop... don’t call it fucking hell drop [OUTRO – EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL, DISTORTED HARMONICA + BANJO, SLOW FADE]
