Beat Down

AYE—

Kick the damn door off the hinges,

Boots fulla mud and malicious intentions—

Walked in crooked with a grin like debt,

Whole room froze when the bassline hit,

Bartender ducked,

One guy dipped,

Other dude talkin’ got emotionally clipped—

I ain’t a sailor,

Never claimed the sea,

But this beat rock waves like catastrophe,

Snare drum crack like a felony plea,

808 swing got arthritis in the knees—

Smoke in the rafters,

Neon in the rain,

Everybody act tough till the hook hit the brain,

Chain on the floor go CLANG CLANG CLANG,

Whole damn tavern yellin’ “RUN THAT AGAIN”—

Left hook rhythm,

Right hook rhyme,

Crowd surf chaos in maritime time,

Not a captain,

Still commandeer,

Turn one bass drop into mutiny fear—

IT’S A BEAT DOWN—

NOT A SAILOR—

BUT IT SWINGS LIKE ONE—

Deckhands duck when the kick drum come,

Whole squad stompin’ to the warpipe hum,

No life jacket when the low-end thump—

IT’S A BEAT DOWN—

NOT A SAILOR—

BUT IT SWINGS LIKE ONE—

Wave-crash rhythm and a blackout sun,

Barfight orchestra fully undone,

Tell the town crier:

“THE FROGS HAVE WON.” 🐸

Accordion gremlin in a leather coat,

Violin screech like a pirate ghost,

Bassline wobble make the floorboards croak,

Somebody’s uncle swung first — now he broke—

Everybody row when the synths go wide,

Sea-shanty demons on a midnight ride,

Hi-hat skippin’ like a drunk shoreline,

Kick drum hittin’ like industrial crime—

No map,

No compass,

No damn grace,

Just brass section violence all over the place,

One eye twitchin’ with a grin on my face—

This ain’t music,

It’s a public disgrace—

IT’S A BEAT DOWN—

NOT A SAILOR—

BUT IT SWINGS LIKE ONE—

Stormcloud brass and a loaded drum,

Moshpit movin’ like a tidal run,

By the last note—

there was nowhere to run—

Outro — crowd chanting

SWING—

LIKE—

ONE—

SWING—

LIKE—

ONE—