Create English male-vocal pop rock lyrics for an explosive synth-charged punk-rock hybrid, 148 BPM, D major, adrenaline-fueled arena-ready energy. Core instrumentation: fuzzed-out octave electric guitar with dive-bomb whammy flourishes, detuned sub synth bass layered with punchy live bass, mixed programmed trap-punk beats with thrashing live crash-heavy drums, glittery retro neon synth arpeggios, gang vocal call-and-response chants, gritty snarled lead vocals with stacked soaring harmonies, and a snarky spoken-word breakdown leading into a massive final chorus hook, aligned with Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Waterparks style. Lyrics follow a narrative of sneaking out of a dead-end hometown graduation afterparty to drive all night to the coastal boardwalk you and your ride-or-die crew promised to reach at 17, leaning into giddy, unapologetic rebellion, the thrill of outrunning everyone’s low expectations, sun-bleached neon Ferris wheel imagery, cheap convenience store slushie spills, yelling out open windows, messy unscripted joy, and the bittersweet spark of knowing this specific perfect chaotic night will outlast every boring responsible plan adults pushed on you.
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[Intro] [Verse] Plastic cups and a boring speech Everything they try to teach Is rotting in this gym hall air I’m pulling petals from my hair Your eyes flick to the exit sign I know exactly what is on your mind [Pre-Chorus] Key in the ignition, let it roar We don’t live here anymore Kill the headlights, roll away To hell with everything they say [Chorus] We’re seventeen and screaming at the sky Leaving every small-town ghost to die Neon Ferris wheels are calling out our names We’re the gasoline, we’re the holy flames Go! Go! Go! Outrunning every plan they made Living in a sun-bleached arcade [Post-Chorus] (Gang Vocals: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) Blue slushie stains on the floor (Gang Vocals: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) We’re asking for a little more [Verse] Gas station stop at three AM Sugar rushing through the stem Blue raspberry spills on my jeans Living out our movie scenes Windows down, the air is salt If we crash, it’s no one’s fault [Pre-Chorus] Key in the ignition, let it roar We don’t live here anymore Kill the headlights, roll away To hell with everything they say [Chorus] We’re seventeen and screaming at the sky Leaving every small-town ghost to die Neon Ferris wheels are calling out our names We’re the gasoline, we’re the holy flames Go! Go! Go! Outrunning every plan they made Living in a sun-bleached arcade [Bridge] They said we’d never make the coast Now we’re the ones who brag the most Burn the map, throw the gown We’re never heading back to town One night is all we need to know Exactly where we’re meant to go [Breakdown] (Music drops to sub-bass and light synth arpeggios) (Spoken snarky tone) Wait, did you see the look on his face when we jumped the fence? “Future leaders of tomorrow,” my foot. I’d rather be a disaster today than a statue tomorrow. Are we there yet? Who cares. Floor it. [Chorus] We’re seventeen and screaming at the sky Leaving every small-town ghost to die Neon Ferris wheels are calling out our names We’re the gasoline, we’re the holy flames Go! Go! Go! Outrunning every plan they made Living in a sun-bleached arcade [Post-Chorus] (Gang Vocals: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) Blue slushie stains on the floor (Gang Vocals: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) We’re asking for a little more [Outro]
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