Ammo‑Strings (Once Punk Was Dangerous)

[Intro – 2‑second guitar burst] RAT‑A‑TAT‑TAT, RAZOR‑SHARP KICK Verse 1 Strap the six‑string on my shoulder, lock the wood in steel, Three chords, a trigger pull, the crowd begins to feel. Distortion’s the barrel, feedback’s the flash, Every power‑chord a bullet, every scream a smash. Skin‑tight leather, boots that thud like drums, We’re the artillery of an angry, broken hum. The amps are cannons, the stage a war‑zone floor— Turn the volume to the max, we’re coming back for more. Pre‑Chorus (Shout) “No more silence, no more peace!” (Chant) “Ammo‑strings! Ammo‑strings!” Chorus (raw, shouted) Music is the ammo, guitars used as guns, Three‑chord thunder, we’ll set this world on fire! Sex Pistols on the left, The Clash on the right— We’re the rag‑ged‑out rebels, truly kicking serious ass! Once punk was dangerous! Once punk was dangerous! Verse 2 The street‑light flickers, neon bleeds into blood, Oi‑chanting soldiers with a snarling, guttural gruff. Every lyric’s a grenade, every riff a burst, The chorus is a riot, the bridge a‑cursed. We smash the glass of complacent calm, we shatter rules, Our chorus is a battle‑cry, a raw‑shaped tool. Boots pound the pavement, heads spin like a spin‑cycle, This is the sound of a world that won’t stay idle. Breakdown (bridge – half‑time, chant) “Ammo! Ammo! Ammo!” (x4) “Three chords, one mind, no compromise!” Lead guitar solo – brutal, feral, tearing through the night Final Chorus (all‑out, faster) Music is the ammo, guitars used as guns, Three‑chord thunder, we’ll set this world on fire! Sex Pistols’ rage, The Clash’s bite— We’re the ripped‑up kids, the ones who never tire! Once punk was dangerous! Once punk was dangerous! (Outro – sudden cut, feedback squeal, then silence Silence… until the next riff fires.)