Jack-Knob and the Bitch

[Verse 1: Smooth, Low Croon] Found a fish in the sea, June twenty-eight, two-thousand-and-ten, Talked for hours on the line, didn't know where or when. You knocked on my door, saw a grown man play with a toy, Rockband Two on the screen, not exactly a poster boy. I saw the look in your eyes, disappointment in the air, But I finished my set, pushed the pause, and pulled up a chair. [Pre-Chorus: Tempo speeds up. Drums get harder. A dissonant piano chord strikes repeatedly] Fast forward five years, June fourth, the big day, Crowded room, sweaty dress, in a suffocating way. Jerry choked on her steak, Dave saved her from the light, You were glowing in the heat, the most beautiful sight. But the quiet is over... The quiet is D**D! [DROP: TEMPO EXPLODES TO 160 BPM. DROP-A TUNING. SCREAMING VOCALS / CHUGGING RIFFS] [Chorus] Now we’re painted in the colors of a violent life! Royal blue for the loyalty, cutting like a k***e! Purple for the passion and the bruises on our soul! Teal for the moments when we lose all control! My bitchy Becki! Your jack-knob heart! Opposites attract, tearing us apart [Verse 2: Heavy Metal Groove. Staccato, aggressive riffs. Pounding drums. Growling vocals] Your son and your daughter, they look at me with spite! Wishing I’d vanish into the black of the night! Throwing all the blame, yeah, they pile it on my name, Treating my existence like a losing game! They hate that I’m here! They hate that I care! I stepped up to be Dad while they gasp for air! That’s why I’m the "Step-Dad," I stepped in the flow! A recipe for disaster! Instant family! Just add Joe! [Bridge: Half-time breakdown. Sludgy, doom-metal feel. Melodic but painful vocals] Now the body is breaking... the bones start to grind. I’m getting old, leaving my sanity behind. The anguish is real, the mental decay, But you try to understand me... every single day. You try to understand... YOU TRY TO UNDERSTAND! [Chorus] Now we’re painted in the colors of a violent life! Royal blue for the loyalty, cutting like a k***e! Purple for the passion and the bruises on our soul! Teal for the moments when we lose all control! My bitchy Becki! Your jack-knob heart! Opposites attract, tearing us apart [Guitar Solo: Chaotic, screeching, transitioning back into...] [Outro: Sudden stop. Return to the smoky Jazz upright bass. Tempo: 80 BPM. Vocals are whispered, slightly manic.] Yeah, you’re moody and fiery, a mood-swinging bitch. And I’m just an asshole, dug into a ditch. But you love me simply, through the muck and the grime, My goofy, ditzy girl... My partner in crime. [Final Chord: A single, dissonant Jazz chord that fades into feedback.]