[Verse 1] Pulled up late to the docking bay Rust on my boots Got paid today Ship name glowing on the hull in red “The Warsmith” stamped on the metalhead Slide through the hatch Smell grease and smoke Bartender laughs Says “Here’s our joke” Over the bar Big neon sign “Armored Alcoholics” in crooked lines Spartan helmets stacked like mugs MJOLNIR armor on metal rugs Visors up But they’re seeing double Whole damn fireteam looking for trouble (hey!) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith ride Pour one out for the ones who tried If you’re still standing You ain’t done right We drink till the stars blur bright tonight Armored Alcoholics Raise that glass Silver and gold in a mountain of trash If your shield’s full Take another hit Welcome to the bar on the Warsmith [Verse 2] Blue team posted in the corner booth Talking ‘bout tactics Dodging the truth Red team singing off-key on the floor Somebody’s punching a busted door Shot glasses lined like frag grenades Flip one wrong See the room cascade Sticky boots in a sea of foam ODST snoring in a broken dome Bartender’s got that one steel arm Lost the real one saving some farm Taps that kegs like he arms a bomb Says “Drink up Kids We’re the calm before calm” (oh yeah) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith ride Pour one out for the ones who tried If you’re still standing You ain’t done right We drink till the stars blur bright tonight Armored Alcoholics Raise that glass Silver and gold in a mountain of trash If your shield’s full Take another hit Welcome to the bar on the Warsmith [Bridge] To the ones who dropped and never came back To the names scratched deep in the cargo rack We toast We choke We laugh We swear Steel on steel ’cause we’re still here (still here) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith ride Pour one out for the ones who tried If you’re still standing You ain’t done right We drink till the stars blur bright tonight Armored Alcoholics Raise that glass Silver and gold in a mountain of trash If your shield’s full Take another hit Welcome to the bar on the Warsmith (Warsmith!)

Rowdy space-rap bar anthem, swung West Coast bounce with chewy bass and clap-heavy drums; cartoonish storytelling verses with male vocals, big gang-shout hook, and chant-along ad-libs. Synth brass hits and talkbox accents on the chorus, breakdown on last hook for crowd singalong.