I'm spinning in circles with my amp cranked up high,
Gotta find the sweet spot 'fore this night goes by.
Electric blues run through me like a raging fire,
Pouring out of speakers, it's too loud to deny.

Got that 808 kickdrum, rattling loose on screws,
It's all about the bassline, and you know it's true.
I'm channeling my demons with each strummed chord,
This guitar's got me by the throat, I won't be ignored.

Pissed-off punk kid turned grease monkey now,
Torn jeans, leather jacket, a good stiff pour.
Singing about broken hearts 'til the morning light,
Wearing my mistakes like badges on my flight.

Karen next door'll hate it, but she can go fuck herself,
'Cause this is what I do and there ain't no else.
This riff's so sick, it's tearing up the place,
Got room mics pickin' up every single trace.

I'm burning down bridges tonight and amps too,
Lighting up my life with a thousand watts blue.
If you're not in it to create, then I don't need ya around,
Just here for the music, ain't no time for sound.

So bring on the feedback, let me hear that roar,
In the face of adversity, I've got one last encore.
Got three more tracks in my pocket and a full head of steam,
Gonna ride this high till the dawn breaks and I dream.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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