Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Steel toes in the gravel dust Sun not up But the engine’s hot Coffee in a stained blue cup Another stage Same mud Same spot Radio hiss and a foreman’s bark Tie that line Watch that sand Pressure climb in the black of dark Whole job hanging on your hands [Chorus] Fourteen on Seven gone Burn it down till the daylight’s done Pump it up Keep the line alive I’m just trying to make it out Make it out Fourteen on Seven gone West Texas chewing my bones for fun But I’ll be back when the night feels right Yeah I’m built for this busted life [Verse 2] Badge clip on my busted vest Grease and sweat in every thread Dust storms crawling from the west Red sky swirling over my head Names carved in an old dog house Jokes sharp as a rusted wrench Stories from a blown-out well Laughed off leaning on the fence [Chorus] Fourteen on Seven gone Burn it down till the daylight’s done Pump it up Keep the line alive I’m just trying to make it out Make it out Fourteen on Seven gone West Texas chewing my bones for fun But I’ll be back when the night feels right Yeah I’m built for this busted life [Bridge] Count the stages Count the scars Count the miles between these stars Call my name on a busted phone “I’ll be home I’ll be home” (yeah) [Chorus] Fourteen on Seven gone Burn it down till the daylight’s done Pump it up Keep the line alive I’m just trying to make it out Make it out Fourteen on Seven gone West Texas chewing my bones for fun But I’ll be back when the night feels right Yeah I’m built for this busted life
Tags
rock, Gritty modern rock with overdriven rhythm guitars, tight bass, and punchy live drums; verses sit in a tense, half-time stomp, choruses explode into anthemic power chords and gang vocals. Short reverb on male vocals, subtle octave doubles in the hook, and a bridge that drops to drums and voice before a final full-band lift.
Duration
3:30
Instrumental
No
Created
1/18/2026