Prompt / 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]
Tags
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
Duration
3:47
Instrumental
No
Created
1/15/2026