[Intro] Too loud to live, too raw to die oooooooooooooo Too loud to live, too raw to die yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh [Verse 1] Rolled into the studio high on shrooms Three groupies, a tiger, and no costumes Said “Let’s lay down a track they can’t ignore” Blew the door off the hinges when I screamed “FOUR!” Snorted coke off a snare drum rim Mic caught fire when I warmed up with a hymn First chord hit — earthquake in the floor Second chord? Blew the engineer through the door [Chorus] Too loud to live, too raw to die Blew the tweeters clean out the sky Every needle pegged, every red light lit Three mics fried and the drummer quit Too loud to live, too proud to tame This mix’ll have your mother screamin' my name [Verse 2] Bass so hot that it cracked the glass Had to mic my screams from the outside grass Smoke alarms singing the backup vocals And the keyboardist birthed twins it was loco Feedback loop summoned a demon Gave him a verse and now he’s singing At the bridge, all twelve amps were gone So I yelled into a toaster and finished the song [Chorus] Too loud to live, too wild to chart I blew the woofer clean outta my heart The console wept, the desk caught flame I sang one note and lost my name Too loud to live, too strong for tape This track’s a crime, but there’s no escape [Bridge] “By the end of the session, three engineers were deaf, the producer had a nosebleed, and I had legally married the reverb unit.” [Pre-chorus] Too loud to live, too raw to die oooooooooooooooooooo Too loud to live, too raw to die yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh [Final Chorus] Too loud to live, too pure to mix You can’t EQ a crucifix Turn the dial ‘til it don’t come back This ain’t a track — it’s a goddamn attack Too loud to live, too jacked to fade But I hit record… and then I came---

Rick Thunderstroke is proudly represented by

Tape Splice Records Inc.
For booking, press, or inquiries, contact: label (at) tapesplicerecords.com
Instagram Instagram Instagram