[intro – fast guitar riff, drums hit hard] One-two-three-four! [verse 1 – fast, sarcastic delivery] I’ve been runnin’ my mouth like a race I can’t win, Writin’ big checks with a ballpoint pen. Plans on paper stackin’ high in the sky, But the ground’s still cold ‘cause I never try. [pre-chorus – drums build with snare rolls] I’m sick of my voice on repeat, Time to put boots on the street. [chorus – loud, gang vocals join in] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m burnin’ the script, And I’m walkin’ away. Gonna keep my head down, Till I’ve earned my parade, ‘Cause my truth’s in the action, Not the noise I’ve made. [verse 2 – guitar chugging] I’ve been the mayor of “Tomorrow Town,” Every excuse is a hand-me-down. Words get cheap when you talk all day, So I’m cashin’ ‘em in for the sweat I pay. [pre-chorus – tighter delivery] I’m sick of my voice on repeat, Time to put boots on the street. [chorus – repeat, bigger shout-backs] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m burnin’ the script, And I’m walkin’ away. Gonna keep my head down, Till I’ve earned my parade, ‘Cause my truth’s in the action, Not the noise I’ve made. [bridge – bass + vocal only, sarcastic tone] No more headlines in my head, No more speeches for the dead. I’ll let the calluses talk for me, And see who I turn out to be. [final chorus – fastest, most energetic] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m burnin’ the script, And I’m walkin’ away. Gonna keep my head down, Till I’ve earned my parade, ‘Cause my truth’s in the action, Not the noise I’ve made. [outro – fast drum fill, one last chord hit] One-two-three-four—DONE!
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