Detour to The Devil (GC)

Australian Stomp Rock, Math Rock, Girl Grunge, Alternative, Story-Telling, FEMALE VOCAL!= Low-Pitched Soprano, Confident, Gritty, Breathy Exhale, Sultry, Playful, Rough-edged, Polyrhythmic

(Verse 1)
Tim's got a mouth that's earned him the flames,
Spewing out sins, calling them games.
From beer-soaked nights with a my-na man dream,
A devil's grin fuels his twisted schemes.
[Guitar break]
(Verse 2)
And G's no saint, let's make that clear, 
Fueling the chaos with a cold, dark beer.
Two wild cards in a deck of regret, 
Watch them, laughing on their descent!
(Pre-Chorus)
Struck the match, light the fuse, 
They're boarding the express, they've paid their dues.
No halo, no wings, just horns in sight, 
riding to hell every Friday night! 
(Chorus)
They're going to hell, no way around, 
With a six-pack of sins and the devil's sound.
Tim's leading the charge, raising the stakes,
G's not far behind with gasoline and mistakes.
They're going to hell, it's a one-way ride,
Satan's got lines and beers, and he's waiting inside!
[Guitar break]
(Verse 3)
Tim's got jokes that even demons won't tell,
The devil hears him and says, ("Fah ,kin ell’)
G's on bass, shaking the earth, 
They're So wrong, for all it's worth. 
(Verse 4)
It's not just the words; it's the deeds they've done,
Blue lipstick, ice bath, duct tape AND some.[music pauses] [(shout) ‘ing-rum’]
The flames are calling, the gates swing wide,
And Tim's up front with a middle finger high.…
(Pre-Chorus)
Struck the match, light the fuse, 
They're boarding the express, they've paid their dues.
No halo, no wings, just Demons in sight, 
riding to hell on a Saturday night!
[Repeat Chorus with lyrics]
(Bridge)
Tim's roasting demons, stealing the show,
G's shredding riffs as the fires glow.
They're turning up the heat, breaking every rule,
The devil's crying, "Who let in these fools?!"
(Breakdown)
They're going to hell, no way around, 
With a six-pack of sins and the devil's sound.
Tim's running his mouth like a ticking bomb,
And G's got riffs that'll melt Satan's calk.
(sah con it)
[Repeat Chorus with lyrics, replace the last line with,
Satan's got coke and drink and hook ers, inside!]
(Outro)
Tim and G, the hellbound two, 
But guess what, boys, These Girls are coming too.
We'll light it up, we'll own the flames, 
The devil's bar tab will carry our names.
Sah can Satan off, let's toast and yell, 
Here's to all of us, ..get tin fah cupped in ell.
[END SONG][End Song][Song Ends]

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(Verse 1) Tim's got a mouth that's earned him the flames, Spewing out sins, calling them games. From beer-soaked nights with a my-na man dream, A devil's grin fuels his twisted schemes. [Guitar break] (Verse 2) And G's no saint, let's make that clear, Fueling the chaos with a cold, dark beer. Two wild cards in a deck of regret, Watch them, laughing on their descent! (Pre-Chorus) Struck the match, light the fuse, They're boarding the express, they've paid their dues. No halo, no wings, just horns in sight, riding to hell every Friday night! (Chorus) They're going to hell, no way around, With a six-pack of sins and the devil's sound. Tim's leading the charge, raising the stakes, G's not far behind with gasoline and mistakes. They're going to hell, it's a one-way ride, Satan's got lines and beers, and he's waiting inside! [Guitar break] (Verse 3) Tim's got jokes that even demons won't tell, The devil hears him and says, ("Fah ,kin ell’) G's on bass, shaking the earth, They're So wrong, for all it's worth. (Verse 4) It's not just the words; it's the deeds they've done, Blue lipstick, ice bath, duct tape AND some.[music pauses] [(shout) ‘ing-rum’] The flames are calling, the gates swing wide, And Tim's up front with a middle finger high.… (Pre-Chorus) Struck the match, light the fuse, They're boarding the express, they've paid their dues. No halo, no wings, just Demons in sight, riding to hell on a Saturday night! [Repeat Chorus with lyrics] (Bridge) Tim's roasting demons, stealing the show, G's shredding riffs as the fires glow. They're turning up the heat, breaking every rule, The devil's crying, "Who let in these fools?!" (Breakdown) They're going to hell, no way around, With a six-pack of sins and the devil's sound. Tim's running his mouth like a ticking bomb, And G's got riffs that'll melt Satan's calk. (sah con it) [Repeat Chorus with lyrics, replace the last line with, Satan's got coke and drink and hook ers, inside!] (Outro) Tim and G, the hellbound two, But guess what, boys, These Girls are coming too. We'll light it up, we'll own the flames, The devil's bar tab will carry our names. Sah can Satan off, let's toast and yell, Here's to all of us, ..get tin fah cupped in ell. [END SONG][End Song][Song Ends]

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