The Garage of KEAN

[Verse 1] Under the flicker of the neon glow, Oil-stained floors and a radio. Wrenches clinking, the smell of grease, A world of chaos, but it feels like peace. Hood’s up high, tools all around, The engine hum is our favorite sound. [Pre-Chorus] In this cathedral of nuts and bolts, Dreams are built and problems revolt. We’re not just fixing, we’re setting things free, In the heart of the garage, that’s where we’ll be! [Chorus] Down at the garage, where the magic starts, Turning broken dreams into roaring hearts. With a socket wrench, we’re making it right, Building stories in the dead of night. [Verse 2] Coffee cups on the workbench there, Tunes from the '70s fill the air. A busted muffler, a squeaky wheel, It’s a symphony of grit and steel. We laugh, we curse, we try again, The garage is our world without an end. [Bridge] Paint fumes dancing in the midnight air, A spray of sparks like fireworks flair. Every scratch tells a tale of grit, Every fix is a masterpiece writ. [Chorus] Down at the garage, where the magic starts, Turning broken dreams into roaring hearts. With a socket wrench, we’re making it right, Building stories in the dead of night. [Outro] So here’s to the place where the greasy hands meet, Where time moves slow, and life feels sweet. The garage is more than nuts and bolts, you see, It’s a sanctuary where we’re wild and free.