[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

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