[Intro] Chrome hums low, the meter turns red A paper crown balanced over my head One little spark in a room full of plans I make my own rules with oil on my hands [Verse 1] Keys in the freezer, receipt in my shoe You said keep it simple; I doubled the screws Blueprints folded in a takeout bag A borrowed black jacket, a flag with a snag I take the long way past the shuttered arcade Count every window where the old deals were made My grin says trouble, my pockets say lint I leave one strange mark where the rain won’t print [Pre-Chorus] Count it up, cut it loose Deadbolt heart, no excuse When the red line starts to bend We go down, then rise again [Chorus] Chrome in the cut, let the whole floor jump Cold little grin when the low end thumps We don’t fit the frame, we don’t play it straight Kick that door wide, make the odd ones great Chrome in the cut, hands up, heads turn One spark in the dark and the whole room burns Too strange to tame, too quick to stop When the signal drops, make the whole floor drop [Drop] Cut—cut—chrome in the cut Jump—jump—never enough Cut—cut—chrome in the cut Drop it down, bring it up [Verse 2] Three bent coins and a map with no north I sell tall stories from a basement up north My crew keeps calm while the paint peels thin One has a toolbox, one has a twin I make a grand entrance, then miss my own cue The room goes quiet; I’m still coming through No throne, no title, just grease on the sleeve And a pocket-sized plan you’re not meant to believe [Pre-Chorus] Count it up, cut it loose Deadbolt heart, no excuse When the red line starts to bend We go down, then rise again [Chorus] Chrome in the cut, let the whole floor jump Cold little grin when the low end thumps We don’t fit the frame, we don’t play it straight Kick that door wide, make the odd ones great Chrome in the cut, hands up, heads turn One spark in the dark and the whole room burns Too strange to tame, too quick to stop When the signal drops, make the whole floor drop [Bridge] Paper bag prophecy, chalk on the stairs A key turns once, nobody’s there I count to four, then forget what I planned The door swings wide; I’m still holding the can [Final Drop] Cut—cut—chrome in the cut Jump—jump—never enough Cut—cut—chrome in the cut Drop it down, bring it up [Final Chorus] Chrome in the cut, let the whole floor jump Cold little grin when the low end thumps We don’t fit the frame, we don’t play it straight Kick that door wide, make the odd ones great Chrome in the cut, hands up, heads turn One spark in the dark and the whole room burns Too strange to tame, too quick to stop When the signal drops, make the whole floor drop [Outro] Still strange, still moving Keys in the freezer Chrome in the cut
