Don’t Fuck My Brain!

Ska-punk + reggae, 100 BPM, male lead vocals, male chorus backing, guitar, bass, drums, optional horns, punchy, upbeat, aggressive, energetic, max 4 min

[Intro]
[Instrumental ska-punk groove with skank guitar and drums]

[Block 1]
Don’t fuck my brain! — I snarl at reptile scum,  
I stabbed it with holes so you can’t fucking eat on it.  
I ain’t no damn cop, no soldier, no taxman in line,  
I’m useless for society — and hell, that feels fine! [Male chorus repeat last line]
[Instrumental break]
[Guitar skank + bass + horns]
[Block 2]
Don’t fuck my brain, I tell the fuckers around,  
My mind’s a plague itself, but pills keep me safe and sound.  
A market where merch are mates won’t fix my fate,  
So don’t try to heal my life — I’m already over-medicated. [Male chorus repeat last line]
[Instrumental break]
[Drum fill + horn stab + skank guitar]
[Block 3]
I’ve got two damn talents — drinking and roaming free,  
Two pockets I hold — one empty, one torn on me.  
I tire so hard I drop flat on my back,  
My breath of booze hides the sky above the track. [Male chorus repeat last line]
[Instrumental break]
[Bass + skank + percussion fill]
[Block 4]
I soaked my own brain till it went soft and dead,  
Reached the point where I watch without my head,  
Porn-Instagram matches of success, obscene,  
Champions of layers in the social scene,  
Where every man’s world’s a private freak-show,  
Of achievements, goods, and knowledge to make blow,  
How to grease their ass before the starter gun,  
The shout of “Attention!” has begun,  
A man with gun, pointer, and scepter in hand,  
Turpentine speeds him up, food motivates the stand.
[Instrumental break]
[Horn riff + skank guitar + drum fill]
[Block 5]
Don’t fuck my brain — I’m soul and guts, right from birth,  
Knew the shit hole I was tossed into on this earth.  
Life’s a whip, a treat, a circus,  
Every idiot’s got his own damn pose and mind:  
“This one’s smart, that one’s Moron, and the rest are…”,  
They’re all too clever, so I said: “I’ll dumb me down,  
Better sooner than later, from the crowd to my own.”  
Behold the verse I shit in columns neat,  
So don’t fuck my brain — I’m playing too, complete.  
Don’t fuck my brain, better like to the songs I bleat. [Male chorus repeat last line]

[Outro]
So don’t fuck my brain — I’m playing too, complete.  
[Instrumental fade-out with skank guitar + horns]

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[Song Info] [Title: Don’t Fuck My Brain] [Tempo: 100 BPM] [Style: Ska-Punk + Reggae] [Max Duration: 4:00] [Vocals: Male lead + Male chorus backing] [Instrumentation: Guitar (ska skank), Bass, Drums, Horns optional, Percussion] [Intro] [Instrumental ska-punk groove with skank guitar and drums] [Block 1] Don’t fuck my brain! — I snarl at reptile scum, I stabbed it with holes so you can’t fucking eat on it. I ain’t no damn cop, no soldier, no taxman in line, I’m useless for society — and hell, that feels fine! [Male chorus repeat last line] [Instrumental break] [Guitar skank + bass + horns] [Block 2] Don’t fuck my brain, I tell the fuckers around, My mind’s a plague itself, but pills keep me safe and sound. A market where merch are mates won’t fix my fate, So don’t try to heal my life — I’m already over-medicated. [Male chorus repeat last line] [Instrumental break] [Drum fill + horn stab + skank guitar] [Block 3] I’ve got two damn talents — drinking and roaming free, Two pockets I hold — one empty, one torn on me. I tire so hard I drop flat on my back, My breath of booze hides the sky above the track. [Male chorus repeat last line] [Instrumental break] [Bass + skank + percussion fill] [Block 4] I soaked my own brain till it went soft and dead, Reached the point where I watch without my head, Porn-Instagram matches of success, obscene, Champions of layers in the social scene, Where every man’s world’s a private freak-show, Of achievements, goods, and knowledge to make blow, How to grease their ass before the starter gun, The shout of “Attention!” has begun, A man with gun, pointer, and scepter in hand, Turpentine speeds him up, food motivates the stand. [Instrumental break] [Horn riff + skank guitar + drum fill] [Block 5] Don’t fuck my brain — I’m soul and guts, right from birth, Knew the shit hole I was tossed into on this earth. Life’s a whip, a treat, a circus, Every idiot’s got his own damn pose and mind: “This one’s smart, that one’s Moron, and the rest are…”, They’re all too clever, so I said: “I’ll dumb me down, Better sooner than later, from the crowd to my own.” Behold the verse I shit in columns neat, So don’t fuck my brain — I’m playing too, complete. Don’t fuck my brain, better like to the songs I bleat. [Male chorus repeat last line] [Outro] So don’t fuck my brain — I’m playing too, complete. [Instrumental fade-out with skank guitar + horns]

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