LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ironwood Road

[Intro - Dark, fuzzy resonator guitar riff]
[Heavy, slow kick drum stomp]
[Verse 1 - Vocal: Slow, Labored, Gravelly]
Boots on the rail, mouth full of liquor
He’s slammin’ down that courage, one shot at a time
Talkin’ ‘bout a line got crossed, and he ain’t lettin’ it lie

Got that eye-for-an-eye look, jaw set tight
Sayin’ “one more shot and I’m settlin’ this tonight”

I said, “Yeah… I know that look a little too well
Seen it in the mirror on my road to hell
That same damn promise you’re fixin’ to make
Puts a mark on a man you can’t erase

You think you’re walkin’ into fire, boy, that ain’t the truth
You’re just playin’ with a spark that’s gonna swallow you
Young and bulletproof, with blood on your mind
Soundin’ just like me… in a different time”

[Pre-Chorus]
So go on, pull that trigger, let it all play out
But once you step in shadows, there ain’t no walkin’ out

You think you’re settlin’ a score tonight
But you’re diggin’ a hole you won’t outfight

[Build Intensity]

[Chorus]
First one feels like justice… then it starts to fit
Next thing you ain’t chasin’ wrong… you crave it

Just a jagged little habit… eatin’ holes in your soul
Till the sin is the habit… and the habit won't let go

Boy… there ain’t no bottom when you start down that track
There ain’t no turnin’ ‘round… there ain’t no comin’ back

I’ve done so much work for hell… it ain’t even funny
Hell closed the ledger on me—
The Devil owes me money.

[Verse 2 - Vocal: Slow, Labored, Gravelly]
I said, “Son… I been right where you’re at… With a heart full of fire and a mind like that.
Thinkin’ pain gives you the right to choose… Who gets to walk… and who gets to lose.

I’ve put more than a few men down… just to watch 'em hit the ground,
'Til the rot in my soul… sent loved ones runnin’ outta town

Mama quit prayin’, said “God can’t fix this”
Preacher stopped callin’, I don’t blame him one bit

I had a woman once… she stopped hopin’ for me,
Took the kids and ran… from the rot she could finally see.

Ain’t heard my name… without a curse or a spit
I burned every bridge… and I don’t regret a damn bit.
I walk through this world… with a heart that’s already dead,
Just a cold-blooded hunger… that’s waitin' to be fed.

[Chorus]
First one feels like justice… then it starts to fit
Next thing you ain’t chasin’ wrong… you crave it

Just a jagged little habit… eatin’ holes in your soul
Till the sin is the habit… and the habit won't let go

Boy… there ain’t no bottom when you start down that track
There ain’t no turnin’ ‘round… there ain’t no comin’ back

I’ve done so much work for hell… it ain’t even funny
Hell closed the ledger on me—
The Devil owes me money.

[Verse 3 - Vocal: Slow, Labored, Gravelly]
I don’t sleep much… don’t need it no more,
That hunger in me… keeps me pacin’ the floor

I crossed so many lines… they all disappeared,
Now right and wrong… they both look the same.
There’s a place down below for the thing I became,
But He ain’t come callin’… ‘cause I ain’t done yet.

There’s a cold in my bones that don’t ever break,
And a fire in my chest I can’t seem to shake.
It ain’t guilt… it ain’t shame… it ain’t even regret,
It’s just that same hunger… and it ain’t done with me yet.

[Bridge]
[60 BPM - Bone-Dry Delta Blues - Single Thumping Kick Drum]
[Vocal: Close-mic, Intimate, Grave]
You’re reachin’ for that glass… ‘cause you’re hesitant inside,
You need a little poison… just to cross that line.
That right there should tell you… you ain’t too far gone,
There’s still somethin’ in you… tryin’ to hold on.

[Heavy Stomp - Distorted Slide Guitar Sting]

So go on… take that step if you think you should,
But say goodbye to the man… you ever were.
You won’t feel the turn… as it turns you slow,
’Til you’re just a ghost… of the man you know.

[Vocal Snarl - Building Volume]

So if you’re lookin’ for a sign… son, this is it:
You don’t walk away… once you feed that itch!

[Final Chorus]
[Maximum Volume – Heavy Industrial Stomp – Wailing Slide Guitar]
First one feels like justice… then it starts to fit
Next thing you ain’t chasin’ wrong… you crave it
Just a jagged little habit… eatin’ holes in your soul
Till the sin is the habit… and the habit won't let go

Boy… there ain’t no bottom when you start down that track
There ain’t no turnin’ ‘round… there ain’t no comin’ back

I’ve done so much work for hell… it ain’t even funny
Hell closed the ledger on me—
The Devil owes me money.

[Music drops]
[Whisper]
The Devil owes me money.

[Outro]
[Ambient - Slow acoustic plucking]
[SFX: Sound of a glass sliding on wood]
Take my words as warnin’, son… go on home and clear your head
’Cause when I make it down below… you don’t wanna be there when I collect

The kid went quiet… stared into the amber of his glass
He looked at my eyes… and saw his own future pass.

[SFX: glass sliding on wood]

Paid his tab with shakin’ hands…
Bartender nodded slow… leaned in and said
“Good call, son… you don’t wanna be that man”