Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rust on the tank
Black vests on the wall
Morning smells like rain
And yesterday’s brawl
Knuckles still purple
From a roadside stand
But the patch on my back
Feels glued to my skin
[Chorus]
Laughing Coffins
Ride through the dark
Gasoline ghosts
Teeth like sparks
Brothers in leather
Ink in our veins
Proud of the patch
Even soaked in pain
Laughing Coffins
Never back down
Carry our dead through every town
[Verse 2]
We toast in the alley
To the ones who ain’t here
Pour a little brown fire
For every lost year
Road dust on the boots
Blood baked on the rings
We circle our wounded
Like cage-fight kings
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
If you call out that name
You call all of us in
From the edge of the county
To the state line wind
We’ve buried our rage
We’ve buried our own
Still we roar like thunder
Down a ribbon of chrome
[Chorus]
Style
rockgreasy garage-blues stompoverdriven guitars and loose room mics. male vocalshalf-growlhalf-shout; verses stay in a smoky low register with swung drums and rattling tambourine. chorus explodes with gang vocalsopen chordsand a dirt-caked bass line. short slide-guitar fills answer key phraseswith a raw breakdown before the final double-chorus.garage rock
Prompt
A song about Laughing Coffins Motorcycle Club. Something bluesy but garage rock. Telling about the constant pride in the patch but also brotherhood and bloodshed.
Credits
Prompt byCOFNxIce
GeneratedJan 8, 2026
ModelAria v5
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