Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Born in the dirt where the hollow winds cry Empty bellies under a charcoal sky Three hungry brothers with nothing to lose Just a thirst for the crown and some worn-out shoes We found the copper, we found the grain Now we’re building an empire out of the rain. [Chorus] We’re cooking liquid gold in the dead of night Dodging the law and the pale moonlight From the gutter to the throne, yeah we’re taking hold Brothers in blood, trading souls for gold You can hear the engines, you can feel the heat We’re the kings of the dark on a one-way street. [Verse 2] The city is dry but the brothers are wet We’re the best damn gamble that you’re gonna get With a Tommy gun rattle and a cold, hard stare We leave a trail of silence in the midnight air They call us brutal, they call us "The Kings" But mercy don’t fly on a bootlegger's wings. [Bridge] But the higher you climb, the colder it feels With the devil himself snapping at your heels A brother might fall, or a friend might sell It’s a short, fast ride from the penthouse to hell. [Outro] Yeah, we’re made men now... With blood on our hands and a glass of rye. Just a bottle of blues... until we die. [Heavy slide guitar fade out]
Tags
male, Dreckiger Delta Blues, raue Stimme, schwere Slide-Gitarre, 1920er Prohibition Vibe, düster, gefährlich & cool
Duration
3:17
Instrumental
No
Created
3/21/2026