(130-135 BPM Pirate Radio Dub, underground pirate radio vibe. DJ turntable, pitched-up instrumental house loops, sampler triggered glass breaking, synthesizer shaped deep bassline, live jungle style MC vocals)
[Intro – Male, theatrical]
Knock knock.
[Female]
Who’s there?
[Male]
The part you forgot to fear.
[Verse 1 – Male, sly]
We came dressed wrong to the sacred hall.
Laughed too loud and touched the wall.
Painted a grin on the warning sign.
Asked the guard for borrowed time.
Rules get holy
when no one checks.
Kings get lonely
protecting specs.
[Female Response]
So we sing in the service lane.
Dance in the audit rain.
Smile till the lock gets bored.
Then the joke opens the door.
[Chorus – Both]
The joke opens the door.
The laugh crosses the line.
The mask asks for more.
The lock says fine.
We don’t break temples.
We ring every bell.
If the gods are sleeping,
we sell them the spell.
[Verse 2 – Female, bright/dangerous]
Slip on the floor where the polished ones pass.
Draw little teeth on the corporate glass.
Every great system hates being teased.
Every proud tower falls to its knees.
[Male Response]
Not by force.
Not by war.
Just one joke
it can’t ignore.
[Chorus – Both]
The joke opens the door.
The laugh crosses the line.
The mask asks for more.
The lock says fine.
We don’t break temples.
We ring every bell.
If the gods are sleeping,
we sell them the spell.
[Bridge – Deep Male]
A prank is a question with teeth.
A mask is a face underneath.
A lie told well can reveal
what honest mouths conceal.
[Female, whisper]
Laugh once.
Enter.
[Male]
Laugh twice.
Stay.
[Both]
Laugh three times
and the walls look away.
[Final Chorus – Both, bigger]
The joke opens the door.
The laugh crosses the line.
The mask asks for more.
The lock says fine.
No clean villain, no clean saint.
Just wet black eyes and stolen paint.
If truth is sleeping on the floor,
let the joke open the door.
[Outro – Female]
Knock knock.
[Male]
Too late.
ASDFd