[LIVE FROM SYDNEY — 1988. Packed floor, wide crowd mics, amp hiss, feedback, whistles, boots pounding.] [BLACKOUT. Crowd erupts through the feedback.] [DRUMMER: Four hard stick clicks at 142 BPM.] Sydney I just have one question!  [INTRO — sleazy pentatonic rhythm riff. Bass locks to kick. Huge snare. Lead guitar answers with the band’s signature razor siren: rising pick scrape, half-cocked-wah bite, octave-doubled pinch-harmonic bend.] [MALE LEAD VOCAL — high gritty belt] Ladies—did you come here to behave?! [CROWD] NO! [MALE LEAD] Good. [VERSE 1 — tight riff, smoky male vocal; lead guitar answers every second line] Come here Let me see I like the way you take the lead Nails down my back That little laugh You know exactly what I need Talk to me rough Put that wicked mouth on me You came for the show Now you’re backstage with me Red on your lips Black lace underneath I said, “Come a little closer” You said, “Make me” [PRE-CHORUS — bass climbs; guitars open; hi-hat lifts; toms build; crowd claps overhead] No slow dance No polite goodnight You came dressed To start something tonight Lock that door Kill the hallway light You came for trouble I came for the night [LEAD GUITAR: Signature four-note razor scream into the downbeat.] [CHORUS — huge open chords, pounding stadium drums, male gang vocals; crowd hammers “DIRTY”] Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Say my name and pull me close Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Give me what you came here for Dig your nails in Make me lose control Do me dirty, dirty Don’t you let me go [POST-CHORUS — main riff; band and crowd trade between guitar hits] [BAND] DIRTY! [CROWD] ALL NIGHT! [BAND] DIRTY! [CROWD] ALL NIGHT! [LEAD GUITAR: Short razor-siren answer. Crowd screams over the bend.] [VERSE 2 — harder snare, moving bass; male singer at the stage edge] Lipstick on my collar Boots beside the bed Room service keeps knocking We let it knock instead Moon through the blinds Your perfume in the air You laugh when I tell you You don’t play fair A little bite A little sting You pull me down And make the headboard ring They called you trouble You wore it proud I saw you at the rail Singing louder than the crowd [PRE-CHORUS 2 — rhythm guitar rakes upward; drums push; lead guitar riff run; crowd answers the final words] No slow game No careful line Your heels hit the floor Your eyes lock mine Turn that key Let the hallway fade Good girls leave early You came here to stay [LEAD GUITAR: Signature razor scream, higher and longer.] [CHORUS 2 — crowd begins before the singer; band hits harder] Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Say my name and pull me close Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Give me what you came here for Dig your nails in Make me lose control Do me dirty, dirty Don’t you let me go [GUITAR SOLO — rhythm holds the sleazy riff; bass drives against the kick; drums push with double-kick bursts and rising toms. Lead guitar tears through wide pentatonic bends, pull-offs, octave-doubled squeals, tapping, whammy dive, then the four-note phrase.] [CROWD: Screams, then sings the four-note phrase back.] [LEAD GUITAR: Plays it one octave higher.] [CROWD: Answers louder.] [BRIDGE — full band drops to bass, kick, and floor tom. Male lead sings low, then climbs.] They said good girls Go home before dawn You climbed the rail With your lipstick on You came for the volume You stayed for the sweat If Sydney wants dirty We ain’t finished yet [MALE LEAD] Sydney—who came to behave? [CROWD] NOBODY! [MALE LEAD] Who came to get dirty? [CROWD] WE DID! [MALE LEAD] How long? [CROWD] ALL NIGHT! [BUILD — muted guitar pulses enter. Snare joins. Lead guitar climbs one bent note each bar. Crowd builds the chant.] [CROWD] DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! [DRUMMER: Four stick clicks over the chant.] [LEAD GUITAR: Longest four-note razor scream.] [FINAL CHORUS — maximum arena impact; highest male lead vocal, raw male gang vocals, huge crashes, rolling toms; crowd sings louder than the band] Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Say my name and pull me close Do me dirty— [CROWD: DIRTY!] Give me what you came here for Dig your nails in Make me lose control Do me dirty, dirty Don’t you let me go [FINAL REPRISE — main riff repeats+razor pick whammy; male lead and crowd trade lines] [MALE LEAD] When I say do me— [CROWD] DIRTY! [MALE LEAD] When I say all— [CROWD] NIGHT! [MALE LEAD] Sydney, do me— [CROWD] DIRTY! DIRTY! DIRTY! [OUTRO — razor-siren bursts answer each chant. Rhythm guitar, bass, then drums cut one at a time until the crowd owns the room.] [CROWD] DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! DIRTY! ALL NIGHT! [BAND: Three synchronized ending hits. Final chord rings beneath the screams.] [MALE LEAD] Thank you, Sydney! Good night! [CROWD: Deafening roar, whistles, stomping, one last chant.] DIRTY! DIRTY! DIRTY!
