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A song full of badass boasts and outrageous ego. The lyrics were so much fun to write, focusing on the over-the-top claims of toxically-masculine folks regarding their willingness and ability to get into - and easily win - a fight.
The music is a throwback to classic 80's rock that seems to have become popular again - Wig Wam's title track on the Netflix show Peacemaker, Stranger Things, Massive Wagons, etc. - and fits with the excessively masculine bravado of the lyrics. Lots of lush vocal harmony, too.
lyrics
Let me introduce myself you might have heard of me
The biggest bastard you'll ever meet
The ego has landed, the golden god cometh
The man, the myth, the legend, the dream
You've been letting your mouth run a little too much
You've delivered your own eulogy
Now you can think of death as the lesser of two evils
'Cause the only other option is me
When you get to the other side and they ask you how you came
Tell them I sent you, they'll know the name
Welcome home, come on in, to the house of broken bones
You've got a permanent reservation for the worst pain you've ever known
With your glass-jaw grin and paper thin skin, squeezing the blood from the stone
If you swing for the king and miss you'll wake up in the house of broken bones
You say if you were me you'd think about running
You know how to make a man like me weep
But if you were me, you'd be much better looking
Son there are no other men like me
I've been called a sinner, a devil, a disaster
But everyone's been led astray
I'm more saintly than any man you care to name
When people see me coming they pray
When you get to the other side and they ask you how you came
Tell them I sent you, they'll know the name
Welcome home, come on in, to the house of broken bones
You've got a permanent reservation for the worst pain you've ever known
With your glass-jaw grin and paper thin skin, squeezing the blood from the stone
If you swing for the king and miss you'll wake up in the house of broken bones
There'll be tears before bedtime, better dry your eyes
'Cause I am what goes bump in the night
You can leave here easy or leave horizontal
Your next of kin can kiss your arse goodbye
Welcome home, come on in, to the house of broken bones
You've got a permanent reservation for the worst pain you've ever known
With your glass-jaw grin and paper thin skin, squeezing the blood from the stone
If you swing for the king and miss you'll wake up in the house of broken bones
James Gordon is a guitarist, singer and composer who dabbles in art, video, writing and
procrastination.
James writes strange little songs about death and sea monsters and love and zombies... all the important things in life. His music ranges from acoustic rock to cinematic metal to weird folk horror....more