Fuck The Tempo

Intro - Sparse Rhodes keys, a wah-wah guitar lick, and a brush-stroke snare

Verse 1

Wake up to the buzz, another goddamn text

Shit I don't wanna read, who the fuck you tryna flex?

My head's a motherfuckin' snare, hit it raw and off the grid

Your bullshit politics, I don't give a flying shit what you did

The guitar whines like my conscience, the amp is on the blink

I'm drowning in this whiskey, I don't give a goddamn what you think

The keys are dripping sour milk, the Rhodes is out of tune

I'm looking at the ceiling, asking "Why the fuck try soon?"

Pre-Chorus

The drummer's counting off, but the downbeat feels so wrong

This existential crisis needs a heavy fuckin' song

So crank the goddamn Leslie, let the tubes begin to glow

Before I smash this motherfucker and tell the world to blow

Chorus

So I don't give a damn, no I don't give a fuck

Life's a shuffled loop, stuck inside this busted rut

Hit the Rhodes, hit the snare, what a heap of shitty lies

Fuck the 4/4 feel, I'm just screaming at the skies!

Hell yeah, what the fuck we even playing for?

A bunch of fake-ass assholes screaming out "Encore!"

Verse 2

You with that plastic smile, bending all my chords

Bitch, I know the lick, you're just truly fuckin' bored

The guitar shreds a minor ninth, the Hammond starts to swell

This is goddamn chaos, a personal, expensive hell

The vibe is getting twisted, like a motherfucker's neck

Tell me one good reason not to burn this goddamn deck

Your bullshit takes the melody and throws it in the trash

I'd rather hear a dying cat that's taking a fuckin' bash

Pre-Chorus

The drummer's counting off, but the downbeat feels so wrong

This existential crisis needs a heavy fuckin' song

So fuck the pocket, fuck the groove, I want the ugly truth

Just gimme one more cigarette to soothe my goddamn youth

Chorus

I don't give a damn, no I don't give a fuck

Syncopated hell, I'm drowning in this rut

Hit the Rhodes, hit the snare, what a pile of bullshit!

Everything is breaking, and I'm calling it just as it is!

Fuck the tempo, fuck the key, fuck the 9 to 5 grind!

Give me the ugly dissonance, the filth inside my mind!

Bridge - Drums go into a frantic double-time, guitar is wah-ing aggressively, keys are mashing clusters. SPOKEN/SHOUTED

Throw that fuckin' beat in the gutter!

Shit! Play it sideways, you prick!

Fuck the harmony, gimme the ugly truth today!

Smash that cymbal, crash that key, piss on the pristine floor!

I'm sick of all the pleasantries, I want the motherfuckin' war!

Crank it! Unplug it! I don't give a shit if it breaks!

This is the sound of a man who knows his soul fuckin' aches!

(Guitar & Drum Solo break - chaotic, free-form, full of dissonant squeals and insane rimshots)

(Keys come back in with a jarring, stabbing chord)

(Final Chorus - Slower, heavier, almost drunken swing)

I don't give a... damn... no I don't give a... fuck...

Life's a broken record... man, I'm outta luck...

Hit the Rhodes... hit the snare... what a pile of shit...

Fuck the pretty ending, I'm just calling it... quit...

Outro - Just a droning, detuned keyboard and a single, crying guitar note

So what's the motherfuckin' point?

...Ah, hell if I know.

Damn.

Just play the goddamn blues.

Shit.