After Eleven, Smith Feral Manchild (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / Bass Feedback, Distant Gang Noise] Oi. This one goes out to Council Member Smith. Not a threat. Not a menace. Just a formal public complaint with distortion pedals. [pause] You tried to lower the volume after eleven? Mate. That’s when the song grows teeth. [Gang Shout] TURN IT UP! [Verse 1 – Rapid-Fire Rap-Rock] Smith came creeping with a clipboard grin Quiet little ruler in a cardigan Says after eleven we should soften the roar Like rage keeps office hours by law Shawlands shaking, floorboards alive Sweat on the ceiling by quarter to five Bass in the bones, brass in the chest Then Smith says, “Could you make it less?” [spoken, Yelled] Less? Less? You beige wee bellend You think punk clocks out when the Auld yins get to bed? [Band explodes in sound] We don’t do whisper We don’t do tame We don’t put a coaster Under our riot game [Pre-Chorus – Gang Build] Eleven hits The council blinks Smith writes notes In blue-black ink Tiny pen Tiny soul Tiny war Against rock and roll [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] After eleven, Smith! We get louder! After eleven, Smith! We get prouder! You can’t mute the kick drum! You can’t fold the crowd! The volume is the message And the message is loud! After eleven, Smith! Read the room! After eleven, Smith! Boom, boom, boom! No threats, no fists Just truth and sound! You cannae regulate What shakes the ground! [Verse 2 – Ska-Punk Bounce / Rap Delivery] Smith probably claps on one and three Boils the kettle then forgets the tea Keeps loose biscuits in a filing tray Says “fun” like it needs forms in triplicate Smith wears shoes that apologise Owns grey soup and calls it “nice” Waters a plastic plant on the sill Then drafts new rules about public thrill Minor failings, mate Nothing major Just the soul of a printer And the pulse of a pager You saw a crowd With their hands in the air And thought, “This needs More municipal despair” [pause] That’s no leadership. That’s a wet sandwich with authority. [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] After eleven, Smith! We get louder! After eleven, Smith! We get prouder! You can’t mute the kick drum! You can’t fold the crowd! The volume is the message And the message is loud! After eleven, Smith! Read the room! After eleven, Smith! Boom, boom, boom! No threats, no fists Just truth and sound! You cannae regulate What shakes the ground! [Break – Ska Skank] Who hates bass? Smith does! Who fears drums? Smith does! Who brought a bylaw To a gig full of scum? Smith did! Smith did! Smith did! Who folds pizza? Smith does! Who says “keep it down”? Smith does! Who thinks joy should apply For a license in town? Smith does! Smith does! Smith does! (x3) (Smith does! Smith does! Smith does!) [Bridge – Half-Time / Sincere Rage] This isnae just noise This is pressure released This is rent going up This is sleep getting leased This is working all week Then refusing to shrink This is screaming together So we don’t have to think You want quiet streets With the people turned small But a city without volume Is a terrarium with walls And we are not exhibits We are not background hum We are the boot through the silence We are the beat of the drum [pause] Still not a threat. Just civic participation with a feedback loop. [Final Chorus – Full Band / Hardcore Shouts] After eleven, Smith! We get louder! After eleven, Smith! We get prouder! You can’t mute the kick drum! You can’t fold the crowd! The volume is the message And the message is loud! After eleven, Smith! Read the room! After eleven, Smith! Boom, boom, boom! No threats, no fists Just truth and sound! You cannae regulate What shakes the ground! After eleven, Smith! Clip your pen! After eleven, Smith! Try again! More bite! More brass! More boots on tile! We’ll keep it peaceful And offensively vile! [Outro – Spoken / Feedback Ringing] Council Member Smith, We respect the democratic process. [pause] Unfortunately, we have plugged it into a bass amp. [Gang Shout] AFTER ELEVEN! [End]