Fired From The Showroom

[Verse 1]
Walked in thinkin' I was born to ride
Leather jacket
Crooked grin
Too much pride
"Sir
Can I interest you in—"
I stall like a rookie
Forget how to spin the lie
Kickstands up in my imagination
But my mouth just backfires
Misfires
Hesitation
"Uh… this one’s… pretty… red?"
Boss in the corner holdin' his head
[Chorus]
I can’t sell a Harley to save my soul
Got the rumble in my veins but I choke on the goal
Meant to light up the road
I’m killin’ the chrome
Got fired from the showroom
Guess I ride alone
Got fired from the showroom
I just ride alone (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Lady asks
"How’s the mileage run?"
I say
"Who cares
It looks kinda fun"
Trip over brochures on the floor
Kick over a sign on my way to the door
I call the engine "cute" like it’s a pet
She backs away slow
Yeah
That’s a safe bet
Boss says
"Kid
You’re killin’ my brand"
Drops my name tag right out of his hand
[Chorus]
I can’t sell a Harley to save my soul
Got the rumble in my veins but I choke on the goal
Meant to light up the road
I’m killin’ the chrome
Got fired from the showroom
Guess I ride alone
Got fired from the showroom
I just ride alone (oh)
[Bridge]
Now it’s me and the road and a secondhand dream
Roarin’ out the parking lot
Out of that scheme
Didn’t make the sale
But I found my scene
If I can’t sell the ride
I’ll live the machine (hey!)
[Chorus]
I can’t sell a Harley to save my soul
But the throttle understands every high
Every low
Didn’t keep the job
Didn’t meet their goals
Got fired from the showroom
Gained back my bones
Got fired from the showroom
Now I ride alone

rock, High-gain hard rock / borderline metal with male vocals, crunchy twin guitars and driving, swung groove. Verses are tight and palm-muted, bass glued to a punchy kick. Choruses explode with wide power chords, gang shouts, and a soaring vocal hook. Bridge drops to half-time with a grinding riff and shout-along line before the final chorus hits with extra harmonies and cymbal wash., metal, hard rock