From the back alleys and dimly lit pubs of a rain-soaked Britain, with dreams forged in the neon glow of L.A. myths, prepare your ears for the raucous debut EP from COCKROCKET: 'SUCK THE COCKROCKET'!

Read about the Cockrocket Cashgrab Comeback Tour here:
https://zoechelfyn.substack.com/p/return-of-cockrocket

Lyrics

Got my leather look on, boots polished to a shine
Stepped out from the back alley, feelin' mighty fine
Rain on the pavement, ain't gonna drown my fire
Tonight's the night, baby, my one true desire!
Saw you flashin' glances, across the crowded bar
Like a siren from the ocean, brighter than a star
Yeah, you got that look in your eye, a shimmer and a gleam
Tonight, love, you're the subject, of my wicked, dirty dream!

Heard 'bout the L.A. ladies, wild and unashamed
Tonight, little darlin', you're gonna be tamed!
This ain't no gentle whisper, this ain't no soft romance
This is pure temptation, gonna make you wanna dance!

OH, WET WOMAN! DRIPPING SWEET AND DEEP!
WET WOMAN! SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP!
GOT THAT WET WOMAN! SHE'S BURNIN' UP THE ROOM!
WET WOMAN! CHASE AWAY THE GLOOM!
OH, WET WOMAN! LIKE A THIRSTY, SCORCHED DESERT!
WET WOMAN! YEAH, SHE'S GONNA GET HURT! In the best possible way!

Hear the whispers on the dance floor, what the bad girls do
They say you like it rough, baby, and I believe it's true!
Left my inhibitions back home, with the fish and chips and beer
Tonight's for broken rules, ain't got no time for fear!
My mum told me 'bout manners, my dad said "Be a man!"
But the TV told me 'bout Hollywood, so I'm stickin' to the plan!
Got my cheap cologne on, sprayed it in my eyes
Ready for the moment, beneath these poisoned skies!

Heard 'bout the L.A. parties, no sleep till the dawn
Tonight, little darlin', we'll be going on and on!
This ain't no gentle pleasure, this ain't no quiet game
This is raw seduction, gonna shout your wicked name!

OH, WET WOMAN! DRIPPING SWEET AND DEEP!
WET WOMAN! SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP!
GOT THAT WET WOMAN! SHE'S BURNIN' UP THE ROOM!
WET WOMAN! CHASE AWAY THE GLOOM!
OH, WET WOMAN! LIKE A THIRSTY, SCORCHED DESERT!
WET WOMAN! YEAH, SHE'S GONNA GET HURT! In the best possible way!

They call it sleaze, they call it cheap, they call it what they like!
But when the rhythm hits you, baby, you're gonna take the strike!
No rules, no regrets, just the hunger in my soul!
Let the good times roll, baby, lose all control! Yeah!

OH, WET WOMAN! DRIPPING SWEET AND DEEP!
WET WOMAN! SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP!
GOT THAT WET WOMAN! SHE'S BURNIN' UP THE ROOM!
WET WOMAN! CHASE AWAY THE GLOOM!
OH, WET WOMAN! LIKE A THIRSTY, SCORCHED DESERT!
WET WOMAN! YEAH, SHE'S GONNA GET HURT! In the best possible way!)

WET WOMAN! Yeah!
WET WOMAN! C'mon!
WET WOMAN! Gimme!


Wet Woman

From the back alleys and dimly lit pubs of a rain-soaked Britain, with dreams forged in the neon glow of L.A. myths, prepare your ears for the raucous debut EP from COCKROCKET: 'SUCK THE COCKROCKET'!

Read about the Cockrocket Cashgrab Comeback Tour here:
https://zoechelfyn.substack.com/p/return-of-cockrocket

Lyrics

Grey skies hangin' low above the concrete sprawl, yeah!
Dreamin' of the Sunset Strip, beyond the call
Of chipped tea mugs and soggy, fried-up fare
This ain't no L.A. sunshine, just the cold night air!
Got my dad's old denim, ripped it with a knife
Tryna look like Bon Jovi, livin' the rock 'n' roll life!
But the rain keeps fallin', on my feathered fringe
Wish I had a muscle car, instead of this old binge
Of fizzy pop and crisps, in my mate's cramped room
Just another Friday night, escapin' the industrial gloom!

They got the fast lane, baby, the endless summer heat!
We got the bus pass, prayin' for some rhythm in our feet!
Wish I had a bikini babe, under a neon sign
Instead of Brenda from the chippy, lookin' mighty fine for a Tuesday night!

OH, MIDNIGHT LUBE! GONNA GET YA SLIPPERY, YEAH!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! TAKE YA ANYWHERE FROM HERE!
NEED THAT MIDNIGHT LUBE! TO GET IT UP AND GO!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! PUT ON A HELLUVA SHOW!
OH, MIDNIGHT LUBE! FOR A TASTE OF PARADISE!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! YOU'RE GONNA WANT IT TWICE!

Saw a video on MTV, the girls in tiny shorts
Thought I'd try a leather vest, for all the local sports
Ended up with PVC, from the market down the road
Mum said, "Put a jumper on, you'll catch your death, you toad!"
Teased my hair for hours, with a can of cheap old stuff
It drooped before the pub, it just wasn't enough!
For the flashing lights and palm trees, on a Hollywood scene
Just a leaky basement disco, lookin' kinda mean!

They got the power chords, baby, the perfect, soaring wail!
We got a broken amp, and a promise that won't fail!
To turn this drab existence into a rock 'n' roll spree
If only we could find some, just for you and me!

OH, MIDNIGHT LUBE! GONNA GET YA SLIPPERY, YEAH!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! TAKE YA ANYWHERE FROM HERE!
NEED THAT MIDNIGHT LUBE! TO GET IT UP AND GO!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! PUT ON A HELLUVA SHOW!
OH, MIDNIGHT LUBE! FOR A TASTE OF PARADISE!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! YOU'RE GONNA WANT IT TWICE!

We ain't got the beaches, no ocean in our town
Just the greasy cobblestones, when the sun goes down!
But with a little bit of magic, a little bit of drive
We'll pretend we're on the Strip, and keep this dream alive! Yeah!

NIGHT LUBE! GONNA GET YA SLIPPERY, YEAH!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! TAKE YA ANYWHERE FROM HERE!
NEED THAT MIDNIGHT LUBE! TO GET IT UP AND GO!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! PUT ON A HELLUVA SHOW!
OH, MIDNIGHT LUBE! FOR A TASTE OF PARADISE!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! YOU'RE GONNA WANT IT TWICE!

MIDNIGHT LUBE! Yeah, baby!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! We need it now!
MIDNIGHT LUBE! C'mon!

LUUUUUUUUUUUUBE!


Midnight Lube

In the fractured silence of the post-schism world, where the echoes of a once-unified reality have faded into Disarray, there is a voice. He is Captain Serious. From a makeshift studio cobbled together from salvaged technology and fragments of forgotten broadcasts, he curates the soundscape of a broken age. His broadcasts are a lifeline for scattered souls, weaving together fragments of music, whispers of old stories, and his own somber, resonant observations on the nature of Coherence and survival. Weary-eyed but unyielding, Captain Serious is more than a DJ; he is a chronicler of a twisted present, a curator of emergent hope, and a steadfast beacon against the encroaching silence. He plays the songs others have forgotten, and he speaks the truths others are afraid to acknowledge, always guiding his listeners through the static, towards a flicker of light.

Wet Woman

Captain Serious

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