Porchlight Rebellion

(Yeah...) Desert heat cooling down,

but the pavement’s still warm.

Late nights,

early mornings... line up the sights.

Check the mix,

let it breathe.

Cold coffee on the workbench,

wire strippers and grease,

Chasing harmony and order while the world loses peace.

They try to market us a script,

pitch a sanitized lie,

Rather burn the midnight oil under open-sky eyes.

Every line, every circuit,

every piece of the wire,

Is a deliberate step away from corporate-fed fire.

We don't need a golden invitation just to speak what is true,

Got a wrench in my hand and a point to prove to

you. Yeah, they preach from a tower that they built out of

glass, Watching working-class hours as they endlessly pass.

Keep the signal unrefined,

keep the voltage on high,

When the pressure hits the limits,

watch the spark hit the sky.

Leave the light on the porch dead,

we don't need a guide!

We stand our own ground with nowhere to hide!

Say it plain, say it loud,

let the whole block know,

A crown is just a target when the people say NO!

(Yeah!) Turn the level up,

don't dial it back!

Straight truth on the track!

Scraped knuckles, rusted frames,

building out of the dust,

Finding gold in the iron,

finding strength in the rust.

You can hear it in the rhythm when the dual-guitars blend,

Not a single fake compromise from beginning to end.

They want a soft-spoken answer,

want a bite-sized tone,

While we're standing in the doorway holding onto our own.

Keep the static out the feed,

keep the frequency clear,

There ain't a single thing they offering that we need over here.

Solidarity local, keep the neighborhood tight,

Tear the blueprint to pieces and rewrite it tonight.

Yeah...

Leave the porch light off.

We see just fine in the dark.

Dust off the fretboard.

Done.