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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Born with a hole in my shoe
And a grin that got me through
Mam said, “Boy, keep your feet
On the same old crooked street”
I chased rain down Market Lane
Fell in love with my own bad name
Every door that I kicked in
Closed, then opened up again
[Pre-Chorus]
So I learned to laugh it off
Learned to take the hard knocks
If the world won’t let me win
I’ll kick the door and step back in
[Chorus]
That’s the story of my life
All bruise, all fire
Story of my life
Still singing higher
I fall, I rise
I bite my tongue
Story of my life
I’m not done, I’m not done
[Verse 2]
Worked nights in a broken van
Played loud for a drinking clan
Bloodied knuckles, cheap red wine
Counting change and passing time
I kissed a girl in the pouring rain
She left my coat and took my name
Now every scar on my skin
Tells me where I’ve been
[Pre-Chorus]
So I learned to laugh it off
Learned to take the hard knocks
If the world won’t let me win
I’ll kick the door and step back in
[Chorus]
That’s the story of my life
All bruise, all fire
Story of my life
Still singing higher
I fall, I rise
I bite my tongue
Story of my life
I’m not done, I’m not done
[Bridge]
Raise a glass, let it ring
To the wreckage and the sting
To the ones who left me lean
To the ones who kept me green
If I’m cursed, then let it show
I’m a wild thing, made of old
And I’ll dance on every line
That tried to keep me in
[Final Chorus]
That’s the story of my life
All bruise, all fire
Story of my life
Still singing higher
I fall, I rise
I bite my tongue
Story of my life
I’m not done, I’m not done
That’s the story of my life
(Story of my life)
Crowded heart, stubborn light
(Still singing higher)
I fall, I rise
I bite my tongue
Story of my life
I’m not done, I’m not done
Details
GeneratedAug 6, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Punk rock meets alternative rock and rockabilly with Irish folk bounce, fast driving swing and stomping backbeat; verse runs lean on acoustic strum, upright bass snap, and chipped electric leads, pre-chorus opens with handclaps and rising fiddle, chorus hits with gang shouts and gritty harmonies. Raspy lead stays close-mic in verses, doubled on hooks, with shouted ad-libs and pub-chant responses. Ear candy: bodhrán flicks into downbeats, a quick tin-whistle run before each chorus, and a final tempo push. Bright, rowdy, and dusty, alternative rock, rockabilly, punk, irish folk, rock
Credits
Prompt byGreentoBlue124
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Story of my life by social distortion as Irish folk
