


One Ton Truck
124-126 BPM, dark, humid, dangerous, hypnotic, cinematic, backwoods, nocturnal, story-driven, toe-tapping, groove-heavy, muscular, swampy, haunted, gritty, replayable, Southern Gothic Americana, Swamp-Blues Americana, Hip Hop, West Coast Hip-Hop, dark Americana, dark roots rock, swamp-blues rock, subtle hip-hop influence, rhythmic talk-sing phrasing, deep male vocal with bass, grit, gravel, and rasp, mellow delivery, close-mic’d vocal, awesome electric bass groove, harder kick and snare, strong backbeat, tight hi-hat or shaker pulse, tom accents, swampy electric guitar riff, slide guitar, acoustic rhythm guitar, banjo, violin, sparse organ, low keys, tight rhythm section, strong chorus lift, dark road-song energy, boots-on-wood stomp, headlights-on-wet-gravel feel, engine-idling-hot tension, bass line that snakes and shoves at the same time, Spoken Word, Narration
2026-04-21 03:49:42
V2.0
[Chorus]
I got a one ton truck full of chicken shit
I’m going to leave it in the sun and let it ferment
I’m heading down to my local parliament
And leave it on the steps and pay my rent.
[Verse]
They fly first class while we scrape by on cents
They call it “public service” but they’re sitting on the fence
They kiss a few babies and they fake a little cough
Then bill us for the dinner while they write our wages off.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every promise smells the same when it’s left out in the heat
Dress it up in pretty words, it’s still a rotten piece of meat
If lies were fertilizer, we’d be drowning in the stuff
So I’m loading up the truck ‘cause I’ve finally had enough.
[Chorus]
I got a one ton truck full of pig shit
I’m going to leave it in the sun and let it ferment
I’m heading down to my local parliament
And leave it on the steps and pay my rent.
[Verse]
They got shovels in the ground and a great big smile
Cutting ribbons kissing babies all the while
Hugging arms out there in full extension
The whole time thinking about their big fat pension.
[Bridge]
Roll it up to the front gate, let the whole town see
What they’re shoveling on us, I’m returning for free
If justice had a perfume, this is what it’d be
A steaming little message from the people like me.
[Chorus]
I got a one ton truck full of chicken shit
I’m going to leave it in the sun and let it ferment
I’m heading down to my local parliament
And leave it on the steps and pay my rent.
I guess that says it all.
[Outro]
So when they spin another tale on the six o’clock news
Remember who’s driving and who’s paying for the fuel
If the stench starts rising and the flies all call
That’s just the sound of us, finally standing tall.
J’adore
Bonne vibe
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