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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kid with a backpack
Sleeping in a bus stop chair
Hand-me-down jacket
Colder than the people there
Talk big
Laugh loud
Masking that empty gut
Found a way to fill it
Small bag
Small cut
[Chorus]
Last deal on King Street
Blood on the broken curb
You were chasing a little mercy
In a world that never learns
Last deal on King Street
You were running
Out of breath
Traded days for dirty money
Till they paid you back with death
[Verse 2]
Glass in a bottle
Paper tabs under his tongue
Told himself “it’s only business”
Just till the winter’s done
Old mates turned faces
Shadows in the alley’s bend
Owed more than he could cover
To a man who called him “friend”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Blue lights flicker on the shopfront glass
Neighbors peeking through their blinds
Spray paint name where the red stains are
Mother screaming
Asking why
“How could they take him for a handful of notes?”
Officer whispers
“that’s how it goes”
But you were just a kid with a crumpled plan
Trying to be tough
Trying to be a man
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration3:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Gritty pub-rock band feel, like late-70s Australian hard rock. Crunchy twin guitars locked with a driving bass, roomy live drums, and raw male vocals that sit right on the edge of breaking. Verses are tight and narrative over chugging rhythm; chorus opens into big open chords and gang vocals. Short, searing guitar solo before the final chorus with a feedback-drenched outro that leaves the story hanging in the air., emotional
Credits
Prompt by
Shep_1c
Shep_1cModelAria v5
Prompt
An emotional rock song about a young man surviving on the streets starts using and selling methamphetamine and LSD to get by which leads to his murder for unpaid drugs. Like ausi band the angels
