Ninety One

[Intro] *(Heavy palm-muted riff, aggressive drum fill)* [Verse 1] Turned twenty-one back in 'Ninety-One Weekend warrior beneath the burnin' sun Cruisin' down to the Center, nowhere else to be King of the concrete in my '80s Mustang 351 Windsor motor, raw American steel Feedin' that hunger beneath the wheel Hit the gas, let the rear tires scream Leavin' rubber marks on a teenage dream [Chorus] Young and dumb! Yeah, we had the time! Livin' fast on borrowed dime! Pedal down, shakin' the street! Nothin' tasted sweeter than those greasy fries we'd eat! Young and dumb! Fire in the night! Burnin' bright before the light! [Verse 2] McDonald's lot, the final pit stop Laughin' loud while the engine's hot Any challenger? Yeah, bring it on! Quarter mile glory before the dawn Chrome and steel, a reckless creed Chasin' shadows at breakneck speed No lookin' back, no turnin' round Just the thunder of power, the only sound [Chorus] Young and dumb! Yeah, we had the time! Livin' fast on borrowed dime! Pedal down, shakin' the street! Nothin' tasted sweeter than those greasy fries we'd eat! Young and dumb! Fire in the night! Burnin' bright before the light! [Bridge] Years roll by like smoke from the tires Doused the fire of those raw desires That Windsor's roar, a ghostly hum... Where did it go? That youth... that kingdom... Just memories now, chrome turned to rust... That reckless abandon, turned to dust... [Guitar Solo] *(Aggressive, shredding guitar solo with heavy wah and dive bombs, incorporating bluesy bends and chromatic runs reminiscent of Dimebag Darrell, backed by pounding double bass and syncopated groove riffs)* [Drum Solo] *(Thunderous, technical drum solo focusing on powerful fills, complex double bass patterns, and crashing cymbals)* [Chorus] Young and dumb! Yeah, we had the time! Livin' fast on borrowed dime! Pedal down, shakin' the street! Nothin' tasted sweeter than those greasy fries we'd eat! Young and dumb! Fire in the night! Burned so bright... before the light... faded... [Outro] *(Slower, heavier, doomier riff emerges under last chorus lines, vocals become more strained and anguished)* Faded... yeah... gone... *(Riff slows further, becomes more dissonant, feedback swells)* Just the echo... of the scream... *(Final heavy chord rings out, feedback wails, then abruptly cuts to silence)*