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Lyrics
[Intro]
Welcome to Armored Alcoholics
Steel nerves
Tin cups
Cheap tonic
We toast through the dents
Through the dents we toast
Line ‘em up
Let the stories get bold
[Verse 1]
Boots on the barstool, plates of wings
Tabs so long, they grow their own wings
Laugh lines deeper than the old war scars
We stack tall tales like we stack those jars
Hard week, hard hat, harder crew
Clocked out, locked in, that’s the move
We don’t break, we just bend and sway
Rust on the heart but we drink anyway
[Chorus]
We count it down like a battle cry
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
Armor on, but the glass stays raised
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
If it hurts when you breathe, then breathe and drink
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
All my armored alcoholics in sync
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Cashier knows us by the dented cans
Bartender calls us her crazy clan
Paycheck vanish like a ghost in smoke
But the round comes back when a brother’s broke
Toast for the exes, toast for the boss
Toast for the nights when we took that loss
We ain’t saints, we’re scraped-up chrome
But this busted booth feel just like home
[Chorus]
We count it down like a battle cry
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
Armor on, but the glass stays raised
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
If it hurts when you breathe, then breathe and drink
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
All my armored alcoholics in sync
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah (one more time!)
[Bridge]
To the ones who made it back tonight
To the ones still swingin’ in the fight
To the dents, the dings, the painted past
We ain’t shatter, we just hold that glass
[Chorus]
We count it down like a battle cry
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
Armor on, but the glass stays raised
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
If it hurts when you breathe, then breathe and drink
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
All my armored alcoholics in sync
Five, four, three, two, one—
Arareeraah
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Greasy rap-funk cypher groove, live drums locked with a rubbery slap bass, wah guitar chops on the off-beat, brass stabs on the hook. Male vocals with a rowdy call-and-response vibe; verses ride a swung pocket, chorus explodes with gang shouts and crowd chants. Subby low end, gritty room reverb, and occasional DJ cuts to hype the countdown moments., funk
Credits
Prompt by
Ghost_404
Ghost_404ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap funk, want a drinking song, the drinking word and name is Arareeraah want it said after a five second countdown every time a shot is supposed to be mentioned. Into is welcome to Armored Alcoholics
