[Intro] [Heavy 80s slap bass leading, tight syncopated drum groove] (Check the mic... yeah. Roll the aluminum door up.) [Sudden sharp horn section blast] [Distorted power chord slide into verse] [Verse 1] Driving past the slaughterhouse to the edge of town Where the chainlink fence is already rusting down (Swipe the keycard, watch the red light blink) Got a master lock choking on November rain Holding back a mountain of expired Novocain (And three boxes of laminate flooring I never installed) [Pre-Chorus] [Rhythmic wah-wah pedal scratching, bass and drums drop to a whisper] Direct deposit hits the first of the month A hundred-fifty bucks so I don't have to confront... (Wait for it...) [Chorus] [Explosive loud contrast, full band kicks in, aggressive bouncy] The ghost in the cinderblock! (Horns stabbing!) Paying rent for the garbage that I couldn't throw away! Stacking up the cartons till the cardboard starts to rot (Slap that neck!) A ten-by-ten mausoleum! Hiding from a guy I used to be, but now I'm not! [Verse 2] [Drums and bass only, groovy and bouncy, extreme tight pocket] Got a deflated kayak and a broken snare drum Sweaters smelling like a decade of chewing gum (Why did I keep the receipt for a blender from two-thousand-eight?) It’s a monument built out of packing peanuts Just a geographical tumor for my hoarding guts [Sudden screeching feedback] [Sudden Acapella Break] [All instruments stop dead] Hold on. I am literally subsidizing my own denial. With climate control. (Sarcastic slow clapping) [Chorus] [Heavy distortion and horns return] The ghost in the cinderblock! (Horns stabbing!) Paying rent for the garbage that I couldn't throw away! Stacking up the cartons till the cardboard starts to rot (Slap that neck!) A ten-by-ten mausoleum! Hiding from a guy I used to be, but now I'm not! [Heavy Metal Breakdown] [Tempo drops slightly, halftime feel] [Crushing 90s metal riffs, double kick drum, thick fuzz bass] (Guttural rhythmic shouting) PADLOCK! ZIP-TIE! KEEP THE DEAD WOOD DRY! HOARDER! COWARD! PAYING BY THE HOUR! (Dissonant, chaotic horn section blast) [Bridge / Funk Freakout] [Frantic 16th-note slap bass solo over driving syncopated beat] (Throw it out! Throw it all in the skip!) [Wah-wah guitar scratches rhythmically, wild and chaotic] [Outro] [Groove returns to original tempo, heavy breathing in the vocal track] Pull the door down. Lock it up. See you next month. (Loud metallic clang of a padlock shutting) [Abrupt silence] [End]
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