(Tempo: 165 BPM, aggressive 4/4 with bursts of jagged 7/8 in the bridge, raw outlaw rock energy fusing Tool's intricate riffs, Clutch's snarling funk, and THC's unapologetic Texas brawl.)
[Intro]
Slide guitar cuts like barbed wire, kick-snare one-two punch, engine roars ignite the fight.
[Verse 1]
Kicked in the door of that snake-oil saloon, fists flyin' like buckshot hail,
Barkeep’s swingin’ bottles, fury blowin’ like a goddamn gale.
Cracked his jaw with a pool cue swing, blood stains the felt, a brutal tattoo,
Boots hit the floor, baby’s blade in hand, spittin' venom at the rowdy crew.
Out the backdoor into the storm, thunder cracks like my wild laugh,
Chrome pony roars alive, leavin’ fools behind in the aftermath.
[Chorus]
Oh, razor wire rodeo, buck the system, break the gate!
Attitude on fire, sealin’ every sucker’s fate!
No mercy for the weak, we’re the kings of the crash,
Rippin’ through the chaos, leavin’ wreckage in our flash!
(Charge on, charge on, through blood and fire’s blaze—
Hell yeah, we’re the storm that leaves you dazed!)
[Verse 2]
Tumbleweed soul born in a rusted Chevelle,
Two-lane preacher spittin’ gospel from a roadside hell.
Coyote howls secrets, stars burnin’ like bullet holes,
This road’s a one-way sermon carved deep into my bones.
Met a voodoo queen in a dive bar’s smoky haze,
Eyes like black diamonds, dealin’ curses in her gaze.
Mojo hand in mine, marked to roam the night,
Engine’s heartbeat thumpin’, highway’s the wild fight.
[Chorus]
Oh, razor wire rodeo, buck the system, break the gate!
Attitude on fire, sealin’ every sucker’s fate!
No mercy for the weak, we’re the kings of the crash,
Rippin’ through the chaos, leavin’ wreckage in our flash!
(Ride on, ride on, through the fire and flame—
Blood in the dust, screamin’ my name!)
[Bridge]
(Shift to jagged 7/8 stutter, drums hammer like fists, bass snarls in drop-D fury, guitars claw with dissonant bends. Spoken growl over Dm)
This life’s a cage fight, barbed wire ’round my throat,
Every scar a trophy, every bruise a savage note.
Spit in the face of the reaper’s grin,
Fuel the rage with whiskey sins, let the wild dogs win!
No gods, no masters, just the roar of the ride,
We’re the glitch in the matrix, the thorn in the side!
(Slam back to 4/4 warp-speed, gang shouts of “Fuck yeah!” slide guitar tears like chainsaws.)
[Final Chorus - Outro Fade]
Oh, razor wire rodeo, buck the system, break the gate! (Buck wild!)
Attitude on fire, sealin’ every sucker’s fate! (Seal it shut!)
No mercy for the weak, kings of chaos and crash, (Crown us!)
Rippin’ through the chaos, leavin’ wreckage in our flash!
(Charge on... charge on... through blood and blaze...)
(Fading chaos: feedback riffs grind, punctuated by gunshot cracks, harmonica sneers dissolve into highway winds and distant sirens.)
