Shirley Lee[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, the neon’s bleedin’ on a cracked sidewalk,
She’s got a heart like a junkyard clock.
Riff howlin’ loud, k**k the dust in the sky,
We’re the kings of the night with a fire in our eyes.
Leather boots crunchin’, whiskey on our breath,
One shot left, darlin’, dance with death.
[Chorus]
We’re the backstreet revolution, screamin’ through the veins,
Burnin’ up the asphalt, breakin’ every chain.
Blues in the fingers, thunder in the groove,
Ain’t nobody gonna tell us what to do.
[Verse 2]
She slings a six-string like a .44,
Dirty licks sparkin’ a back-alley w*r.
Lips like a razor, she’s a switchblade kiss,
We’re the chaos, baby, you’re the twist of the wrist.
[Chorus]
We’re the backstreet revolution, rattlin’ the cage,
Sinners, saints, and a middle-finger rage.
Swagger in the shadows, howlin’ at the moon,
Gonna raise hell ‘fore they lay us in a tomb.
[Bridge]
Guitar wailin’, sweat drips like rain,
Ain’t no mercy in this midnight game.
B***d and rust, we’re the devils’ kin,
Spin the wheel, let the reckoning begin.
[Chorus]
We’re the backstreet revolution, crashin’ through the night,
Bluesman’s cry with a fistful of light.
The world’s a stage, and we’re stealin’ the show,
Hell-bent, leather-clad, ready to go.
[Outro]
