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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Griffin on the clock in steel-toe boots
Snow on the ground
But the shop runs hot
Sparks in the dark
Yeah the welds run straight
North Colorado in the bones
In the blood he’s got
[Chorus]
“In this life” on your neck like a battle flag
Every scar every burn every broken plan
You just grind
Weld the days into something that lasts
“In this life” you’re the fire that’s holding it fast
[Verse 2]
Timecard ink and the smell of rain
Pickup parked by the old feed store
Friday night roads
That long front range
Still the same sky you were fighting for
[Chorus]
“In this life” on your neck like a battle flag
Every scar every burn every broken plan
You just grind
Weld the days into something that lasts
“In this life” you’re the fire that’s holding it fast
[Bridge]
Who said small-town boys don’t rise? (hey!)
You’ve been staring down doubt all your life
When the metal meets the mask and the sparks fly high
You remember that line
That line on your spine
[Chorus]
“In this life” on your neck like a battle flag
Every scar every burn every broken plan
You just grind
Weld the days into something that lasts
“In this life” yeah you’re built from the cord and the crash
“In this life” you’re the fire that’s holding it fast
Details
GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy modern rock with male vocals; verses ride a mid-tempo, palm-muted riff and tight bass, drums hitting a steady backbeat. Chorus explodes with open chords, gang-style shouts on key lines, and a soaring top melody. Bridge strips to half-time with roomy toms and a gritty lead guitar answering the vocal before a final, full-throttle chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
xsmojo420x
xsmojo420xModelAria v5
Prompt
Name Griffin, Weld boss, “in this life” tattooed on the neck, rock, from North Colorado
