House of Stone

Three little pigs out on their own,
Left the sty, gonna make a home.
First one said, "Man, I’ll take it slow—
A house of straw, that’s how I’ll roll."
Second pig laughed, "Straw won’t last,
I’m building mine with sticks real fast."
Third pig grinned, "You do you—
I’m stacking bricks, gonna see it through."
When the wolf comes howlin’, better stand tall,
Huffin’ and puffin’, gonna shake those walls.
Straw falls easy, sticks will break—
But a house of stone, no wolf can take!
That big bad wolf with teeth so mean,
Came to the straw house, made a scene.
He blew it down with a breath so wild,
First pig ran like a frightened child.
Sticks were next—he huffed, he blew,
Snapped that house like a twig in two.
But when he found that house of stone,
He knew he’d met a pig full-grown.
When the wolf comes howlin’, better stand tall,
Huffin’ and puffin’, gonna shake those walls.
Straw falls easy, sticks will break—
But a house of stone, no wolf can take!
Oh, when the fire burns and the wind runs cold,
Gotta build it strong, gotta make it bold.
Life ain’t easy, wolves gonna test—
But if you hold your ground, you’ll outlast the rest!
(Epic guitar riff—let the wolf know who’s boss!)
When the wolf comes howlin’, better stand tall,
Huffin’ and puffin’, gonna shake those walls.
Straw falls easy, sticks will break—
But a house of stone, no wolf can take!
Three little pigs and the lesson’s clear—
Build it strong, face your fear.
When the wolf comes knockin’, don’t you shake—
A house of stone, no wolf can break!

Psychedelic Rock with Echoing Guitars and Hypnotic Grooves