12 O’Clock Wood

[Verse 1]
You can call the cops, yeah
They won’t climb this hill
Every siren in the city
Still can’t touch my will
Used to sleep at midnight
Now I never sleep
I’m 12 o’clock wood in a cheap-shot world
Too loud, too deep
[Chorus]
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
Push right through, push right through (hey!)
I believed in everything, then I lost it
Now I only believe in you
You can call the cops on my chaos
I’m still coming, still coming, it’s true
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
I’m a car crash aimed at you
[Verse 2]
Ash in my coffee
Laugh in my throat
Every bad idea
Carved into my coat
You’re my last religion
In a dead-end town
When the floor drops out, I’m grinning
On my way back down (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
Push right through, push right through
I believed in everything, then I lost it
Now I only believe in you
You can call the cops on my chaos
I’m still coming, still coming, it’s true
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
I’m a car crash aimed at you
[Bridge]
Rock in my blood
Grunge in my lungs
Reggae in the sway of my spine
If loving you’s a crime
Then lock me up
I’ll serve that time
[Chorus]
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
Push right through, push right through
I believed in everything, then I lost it
Now I only believe in you
You can call the cops on my chaos
I’m still coming, still coming, it’s true
Don’t let my enormous ego stop you
I’m a car crash aimed at you

rock, Grimy rock-grunge groove fused with gritty reggae skank; overdriven guitars and dubby offbeat chops. Male vocals half-sung, half-snarled, stacking into a shout-along chorus. Bassline lurches and swings, drums smash on choruses, verses hang back with space and echo-drenched stabs. Big gang vocals on hooks, touch of spring reverb and tape slap., grunge