Origin Of The Shot

[Instrumental] [Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar enters with rhythmic G major pattern] [A Section] [second acoustic guitar enters playing a melodic lead with slides and hammer-ons] [steady alternating bass notes on the first guitar] [B Section] [melodic guitar moves to higher register] [increased syncopation in the fingerpicking pattern] [Bridge] [Lead Break] (Slow, heavy reggae-dub bassline drops, layered with a gritty grunge guitar feedback) (A massive, echoing Viking war drum thuds in the background) [Pre-Chorus] Yeah... light the match as they gasp in the grass They think a shot is just a drink in a glass Nah, boy... out here in the land of westerns past? A shot means you live fast, or you blink and pass away. This is some of how the legend was cast... [Chorus] [Epic Viking Choir & Reggae Groove] It’s a forty-five round for octane in a glass! Down in the dirt where the outlaws pass! One shot of lead for one shot of the burn, Pocket full of rounds for a bottle they earned! Yeah, choke down the smoke till your chest goes numb, That’s how a shot of whiskey begun! [Verse 1] (Fast country-rap flow over a pulsing, syncopated reggae skank guitar) Step into the saloon, heavy dust on the leather Grungy six-strings crying, matching up with the weather A cowboy steps up with a hole in his pride Got a cold iron pistol hanging right at his side No silver in the pocket, no gold in the sack Just a cylinder loaded, A hammer to slam back He slides a heavy lead slug right across the pine Says, "Bartender, fill it up, it’s medicine time." A .45 caliber, precise and profound The cost of a drink was a single live round! Liquid fire in the glass, deadly lead on the wood Surviving the frontier the best that they could! [Chorus] [Explosive Grunge Drop] (Aggressive distorted grunge guitar slams in, mixing with the heavy tribal war beats) It’s a forty-five round for octane in a glass! Down in the dirt where the outlaws pass! One shot of lead for one shot of the burn, Pocket full of rounds for a bottle they earned Yeah, choke down the smoke till your chest goes numb, That’s how a shot of whiskey begun! [Verse 2] (Reggae bass gets deep and dubby, fast double-time rap delivery) Now feel the friction when history and the fiction mix You get a room full of rowdies looking up for a fix The whiskey hits the throat like a hammer to steel A burning down inside just to make sure you feel The grind in the system, the rust on the tracks The black smoke rising as the pressure attacks They call it a shot 'cause it leaves a clean hole Both enter the body, one removes the soul So tip it on back, let the cylinder spin The wild west rhythm is about to begin Here we go again [Bridge] (The beat strips back to a slow reggae drum rimshot and a haunting cello drone) Let it wash away... the blood on the floor. An ounce of prevention at the saloon door. The bullet is heavy, the liquor is clear... Only the quickest survive out here. Please, kind sir, could you pour a little faster [Outro] (Full mashup chaos—screaming grunge guitar, heavy trap hats, and reggae bass) A solid Ninety proof. For a forty-five round. Lay the drink on the bar, lay the man in the ground. (Slide guitar fades out over a deep dub echo) Just a shot of whiskey. To Pass the time for now. [Extra Intense Outro] Yeah... light the match as they gasp in the grass They think a shot is just a drink in a glass Nah, boy... out here in the land of westerns past? A shot means you live fast, or you blink and pass away. This is some of how the legend was cast... [Chorus] [Explosive Grunge Drop] (Aggressive distorted grunge guitar slams in, mixing with the heavy tribal war beats) It’s a forty-five round for octane in a glass! Down in the dirt where the outlaws pass! One shot of lead, for one shot of the burn, Pocket full of rounds for a bottle they earned Yeah, choke down the smoke till your chest goes numb, That’s how a shot of whiskey begun! [Bagpipe Outro End]