Lyrics

(Music: Starts abruptly with a distorted, walking bassline (like a hyperactive "Crack Rock Steady") and a simple, pounding drum beat. Suddenly, a DISCHORDANT SKA RIFF (upstrokes on guitar) slices in, fast and sloppy. The whole sound is LO-FI, aggressive, and slightly unhinged. Think cheap amps cranked to 11.)** **(Verse 1 - Raw, sneering vocals - Stza's signature snarl, slightly melodic but dripping with contempt):** *Woke up dry-heavin' on the fire escape grill* *Pocket fulla' nothin', head fulla' cheap pills* *Coppers flashin' badges, lookin' for a cheap thrill* *Another night scrappin' on the concrete downhill!* *Saw the preacher man snortin' lines off the collection plate* *While the shelter kids starve outside the church gate!* *Hypocrite salvation drippin' holy hate!* *This whole damn system's rotten past its expiration date!* **(Pre-Chorus: Tempo picks up slightly. Bass gets more frantic. Gang vocals start shouting underneath the lead):** *(Lead)* Gotta cut the cord! *(Gang: CUT IT!)* *(Lead)* Bleed the fuckin' rich! *(Gang: BLEED 'EM!)* *(Lead)* Buildin' up the gallows, brick by fuckin' brick! *(Gang: BRICK! BY! BRICK!)* **(Chorus: EXPLOSION into fast, thrashy punk. Ska riff disappears, replaced by distorted power chords and blast beats. Lead vocals become a hoarse, full-throated SCREAM. Gang vocals SHOUT every line):** *CHOP! CHOP! AT THE STREETLIGHT GUILLOTINE! (GUILLOTINE!)* *NO KINGS! NO QUEENS! JUST DIRT AND GASOLINE! (GASOLINE!)* *SMASH THE STATE MACHINE! (STATE MACHINE!)* *TILL NOTHIN'S LEFT BUT SCREAM! (SCREAM!)* *UNDERNEATH THE STREETLIGHT GUILLOTINE! (GUILLOTINE! YEAH!)* **(Verse 2: Drops back to the frantic ska beat. Vocals return to the sneer, faster and more frantic now):** *Got a job slingin' sludge down at the chemical pit* *Boss man grinnin' while the safety valves quit!* *Told 'em "Fuck your profit!" when the warning bells rang!* *Now the river's glowin' green where the dead fish hang!* *Met a gutter saint preachin' anarcho-love* *Found 'em face down in the alley, pushin' daisies above!* *Another martyr made by the jackbooted thugs!* *Time to mix the Molotovs and pull the fuckin' plugs!* **(Pre-Chorus: Even more intense. Bass is a distorted blur. Drums are frantic. Gang vocals louder):** *(Lead)* Gotta burn it down! *(Gang: BURN IT!)* *(Lead)* Salt the fuckin' earth! *(Gang: SALT IT!)* *(Lead)* Show 'em what this rage and broken shit is worth! *(Gang: RAGE! AND! BROKEN SHIT!)* **(Chorus: Faster, heavier, even more unhinged. Pure crusty punk chaos. Screams are ragged, gang vocals are ferocious):** *CHOP! CHOP! AT THE STREETLIGHT GUILLOTINE! (GUILLOTINE!)* *NO KINGS! NO QUEENS! JUST DIRT AND GASOLINE! (GASOLINE!)* *SMASH THE STATE MACHINE! (STATE MACHINE!)* *TILL NOTHIN'S LEFT BUT SCREAM! (SCREAM!)* *UNDERNEATH THE STREETLIGHT GUILLOTINE! (GUILLOTINE! DIE!)* **(Bridge: TEMPO SHIFT - Slows down drastically to a heavy, sludgy, almost doom-punk riff. Bass is distorted and monstrous. Drums are slow, pounding. Lead vocals