Fuck The Tempo: The Hangover Jive

Intro - Detuned Rhodes sustain, backwards brush on snare, faint guitar feedback

Verse 1

Woke up on the floor, head pounding like a motherfuckin' kick drum

My mouth tastes like an ashtray, soul's completely fuckin' numb

That bottle's emptier than all my goddamn promises

Last night's setlist is a mystery written in blurry piss

The guitar's still buzzing, amp's humming a flat D

Who the fuck let me play that solo? Who the hell was even me?

The keyboard's got a stain that looks suspiciously like blood

Or maybe it's just bourbon mixed with all the fuckin' mud

Pre-Chorus

The drummer's got a black eye, says he got it from a fall

I know he got it from a cymbal stand, I fuckin' saw it all

This hangover's a motherfucker but the music's still inside

That ugly rotten broken note I can no longer hide

Chorus

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

Yesterday's a ghost, today is just a busted truck!

Hit the Rhodes, hit the snare, what a goddamn repeat!

Fuck the 4/4, I'm dragging my own motherfuckin' feet!

Hell yeah, what's the point of playing clean and tight?

When every goddamn note I play just sounds like fucking spite!

Verse 2

You think that was the end? Bitch, you don't know the half

That first song was the pre-game, this one is the fucking bath

Of gasoline, I'm setting shit on fire with a rusty wire

Cutting through the silence with a motherfuckin' chainsaw

You want a pretty chorus? Go and fuckin' play with straws!

I'm smashing through the changes, key changes give me hives

The only note that matters is the one that fucking dies

Pre-Chorus

The drummer's counting off again, but fuck that click-track shit!

I'm rushing, dragging, flailing, don't give a flying shit!

This encore needs a bigger, uglier mess

So gimme dissonance and nothing more, nothing less!

Chorus

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

Round two, you prick, I'm running out of luck!

Hit the Rhodes, hit the snare, watch the motherfucker break!

Fuck the melody, I'm making my own goddamn earthquake!

Hell yeah, what the fuck we even proving now?

That we can make a sequel even shittier somehow!

Bridge - Drums drop, distorted guitar, warbling Rhodes - SPOKEN

So here we are again. Another fucking room.

Another crowd that doesn't get it.

But you know what, asshole? I'm still here.

And this next fucking chord...

...is gonna make your grandmother weep.

(SLAMS DISSONANT CLUSTER AND SCREECHING PICK SCRAPE)

(Guitar solo - pure angry wah-wah noise, random crash smashes, seizure-like key stabs)

(Final Chorus - Slower, doom-jazz tempo)

I gave my last good goddamn... ran out of shits to give...

Life's a loop of bullshit... barely even live...

Hit the Rhodes... hit the snare... bury this fuckin' track...

Fuck the sequel... and fuck the whole goddamn comeback...

Outro - Single guitar note feeding back, piercing, then THUD - amp kicked over

"...fuckin' hell. Someone get me a beer. Not that craft shit, you pretentious prick."