
[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

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HOUSE OF CARDS

A thunderous return: scars are no longer silent—they speak of survival and resilience. Clean but powerful vocals soar over crushing riffs and heavy bass

Scars Don’t Whisper

Where angels dare to fall and demons learn to dance, Feathers and Flames sets fire to the line between heaven and hell. Driven by a swaggering Volbeat-inspired groove, this track blends pounding riffs, upright-bass swagger, and a sing-along chorus that drips with temptation.

The story: a forbidden love between a runaway angel and a devil-born outlaw. Neon wings, whiskey lips, and thunder-kissed promise; all tangled in a dance that neither heaven nor hell can stop.

This is outlaw rock with a gospel sneer, a shot of old-school rockabilly set ablaze with modern fire. If you like your romance loud, dangerous, and lit by lightning, this one’s for you.

Lyrics:

She rolled in like thunder, boots on the floor,
Angel in leather, never seen before.
Halo hangin’ crooked, fire in her smile,
Said, “I’ll stay a little longer, let’s sin a while.”
We hit the jukebox, the floor shook fast,
Whiskey on her lips, I knew it wouldn’t last.
Heaven called her name, but she turned away
And the devil in me begged her to stay.

White wings tangled in my blackened soul,
Two hearts burnin’ out of control.

Halo on fire, holy desire,
We dance through the ashes, we climb through the choir.
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

I’ve played cards with Satan, I’ve stolen from fate,
But she kissed me once and it sealed my state.
Every touch a gospel, every breath a crime,
We were outlaws ridin’ on borrowed time.
Neon wings in the smoky light,
We fought with kisses like a barroom fight.
If heaven’s gates close, I won’t even care,
I found salvation tangled in her hair.

White wings tangled in my blackened soul,
Two hearts burnin’ out of control.

Halo on fire, holy desire,
We dance through the ashes, we climb through the choir.
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

Now heaven’s huntin’, and hell’s on my trail,
But love like this, man, it just won’t fail.
She swore her vows on a midnight hymn,
I swore mine with a bottle and a crooked grin.
We’ll ride till the sunrise burns the night,
Two shadows kissin’ in the neon light.
Saints can judge, and devils conspire,
But we’ll go down swingin’ with a halo on fire!

Halo on fire, holy desire,
Sing it loud, set the world to the pyre!
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

Feathers and Flames

They shake your hand, they wink and smile
Sellin’ lust and lies in every aisle
Politicians in their fancy suits
But we’re the sheep that follow their boots

Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!

Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Backroom deals and cocktail thrills
Hot blondes, red wine, political kills
We all nod, we all obey
Chasing pleasure, while they make the play


Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Raise your glass, bite your lip
Power’s a game, we all trip
In bed, in streets, on the floor
The world’s a stage, we beg for more


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Follow… the loot… (bang your head…)
Sheep… in suits… (never stop…)
Love… and power… (scream it loud…)

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brother Chris

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