Lyrics
[Verse]
Harold Henley’s hands were stained in grease
In Westwood gardens his anger wouldn't cease
He cursed the sky and kicked the ground
A storm of wrenches spinning round
[Verse 2]
Marylyn watched from the porch in dread
While Harold's fury painted the town red
Spray paint fumes filled the air so thin
Blame it on the bottle or the cheap heroin
[Chorus]
He’s a fire burning out of control
A man lost chasing what he stole
In the wreckage he can't see the sun
Harold Henley's battle is never done
[Verse 3]
The engine screamed like a wounded beast
In the chaos Harold found no peace
Marylyn begged
"Come back inside"
But his demons were too big to hide
[Bridge]
A ghost in the mirror stared him down
The shadow of a king who lost his crown
With every fix he tore apart
The pieces of his broken heart
[Chorus]
He’s a fire burning out of control
A man lost chasing what he stole
In the wreckage he can't see the sun
Harold Henley's battle is never done
Style
trapglitch hopchurch choirsouthern rapperscratching
Credits
Prompt by
Kevin_Carnett_753
Kevin_Carnett_753GeneratedJun 20, 2025
ModelAria v4
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