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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We grew up knee-deep
In the mess they left behind
Old speeches in the gutter
Old lies still on the line
Every borrowed fear
Got dumped on us to sort
Now we’re kicking through the rubble
At the edge of the porch
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands dirty, eyes open
No more passing the bag
If the road is blocked tonight
We’re the ones who drag
[Chorus]
S.O.S., get it out the way
Shovel it, shovel it, shove today
S.O.S., make a path for the ones
Coming up behind us
S.O.S., get it out the way
Push that poison off the street today
S.O.S., make room for the sun
Before the future finds us
[Verse 2]
Broken signs in the yard
Rust in every chain
Kids can hear the panic
Through the glass and the rain
They want our hands tied
They want our heads bowed low
But we know what’s under concrete
And we know how it grows
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands dirty, eyes open
No more passing the bag
If the road is blocked tonight
We’re the ones who drag
[Chorus]
S.O.S., get it out the way
Shovel it, shovel it, shove today
S.O.S., make a path for the ones
Coming up behind us
S.O.S., get it out the way
Push that poison off the street today
S.O.S., make room for the sun
Before the future finds us
[Bridge]
Let it burn off
Let it break
We’ve seen enough
To know what takes
A hundred voices
One hard push
Clean hands after
That first rough rush
[Final Chorus]
S.O.S., get it out the way
Shovel it, shovel it, shove today
S.O.S., make a path for the ones
Coming up behind us
S.O.S., get it out the way
Push that poison off the street today
S.O.S., make room for the sun
Before the future finds us
Details
GeneratedMay 20, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alternative rock with driving mid-tempo stomp, palm-muted verse guitars, slamming snare on the backbeat, and a wide singalong chorus; verse rides gritty low-end tension, pre-chorus strips to kick, bass, and rising toms, chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and power chords. Half-time bridge drops to voice and bass before the final chorus hits harder. Close-mic lead vocal with shouted doubles, delay throws on the title, tape hiss risers and a final cymbal swell. Bright, punchy, arena-sized mix., rock
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song called S.O.S. about how this generation has to shovel its political and social shit out of the proverbial street to get it out of the way for the future, rock
