Rattle of the Bag

[Verse 1]
Sneak in the pantry
Late-night raid
Bare feet on tile
Grab that bright crinkled treasure
Try to open it slow
Still it screams a mile
Mom in the hallway
"Put that thing down
I swear"
But my fingers are buried in gold
And the smell is already thick in the air (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Rattle of the bag
We come runnin'
Every little crunch worth the trouble we’re in
On the couch
In the car
At the table we drag
Everybody loves the chips
(‘Til mom hears the rattle of the bag)
[Verse 2]
Dip ‘em in salsa
Stack ‘em up high
Cheesy tower
Crush ‘em on a burger bun
Dust on your hands feels like power
Hide ‘em in a backpack
Pass ‘em down the row in class
Mom’s in the kitchen
Rolling her eyes
Every crackle echoes like shattered glass (hey!)
[Chorus]
Rattle of the bag
We come runnin'
Every little crunch worth the trouble we’re in
On the porch
In the stands
In the driveway we brag
Everybody loves the chips
(‘Til mom hears the rattle of the bag)
[Bridge]
She says
"Can you chew any louder?"
We just grin with our mouths all full
Crumbs on the counter
Trail to the sofa
That salty spell is uncontrollable
[Chorus]
Rattle of the bag
We come runnin'
Every little crunch worth the trouble we’re in
At the game
At the mall
In the grocery line drag
Everybody loves the chips
(‘Til mom hears the rattle of the bag)
Everybody loves the chips
(‘Til mom hears that rattle of the bag)

rock, Crunchy skate-punk metal with overdriven rhythm guitars, pick slides, and a tight, bouncy groove; female vocals that flip between snotty half-shouts and soaring choruses. Palm-muted verses with chugging bass, choruses explode with gang vocals on key hooks. Short, wild guitar fills answer vocal lines; drums lean on punchy toms and ride bell in the hook. Big, bratty, fun energy from start to finish., metal