The brawler

[Verse 1] (low, distorted, spoken-word flow) Tonight I'm gon' drink and I'm gon' fight Runnin' wild with the gypsies all night I ain't that good boy no more, that's right Nothin' left in me to love, so kill the light Don't you cry for me, my dear, don't waste your tears I'm burnin' up – and burnin' out through the years But I don't want no road back, get that clear Just my youth – I'm burnin' it up right here... [Pre-Chorus] (beat drops, drums pause, whisper) The bad news flew across the town – They said he used to be a solid man But I'll tell y'all straight, no runaround – Still I thank the Lord for the life I ran! [Chorus] (EVERYONE – full choir, stadium claps) TOO SOON TO BURY ME IN THE GROUND! I LIVE FOR THE RUMORS, I LOVE THE SOUND! I WON'T BEG THE LORD ON MY KNEES TO FOUND – A SHOT OF WHISKEY, A FINAL ROUND! (Repeat once, crowd only: "TOO SOON!") Только рано меня хоронить! Мне по нраву дурные вести Я у го́спода не стану просить Перед смертью не сто грамм, ни двести [Verse 2] (fast, breathless, like Off the Grid) I could climb into a noose, hang it tight, Calm my nerves that are tired from the fight Broke six of the commandments – alright, And I keep four in the back, just in case tonight. But don't you look at me with that judge's eye – I don't spare myself, I'm my own worst lie If I fall off the road in the midnight sky, I won't tell you a word... I'll just pass you by. [Pre-Chorus] (same as before, crowd whispers along) The bad news flew across the town – They said he used to be a solid man But I'll tell y'all straight, no runaround – Still I thank the Lord for the life I ran! [Chorus] (FULL CHOIR, STADIUM) TOO SOON TO BURY ME IN THE GROUND! I LIVE FOR THE RUMORS, I LOVE THE SOUND! I WON'T BEG THE LORD ON MY KNEES TO FOUND – A SHOT OF WHISKEY, A FINAL ROUND! (Repeat) Только рано меня хоронить! Мне по нраву дурные вести Я у го́спода не стану просить Перед смертью не сто грамм, ни двести [Bridge] (beat slows, organ pads, Kanye – melodic autotune) Let the storm rage outside my window pane, Let the cold rain whip and sting my skin I love how nature goes wild again – Soaked to the bone – I still jump in! [Final Chorus] (EVERYONE – maximum energy, choir + crowd) TOO SOON TO BURY ME IN THE GROUND! I LIVE FOR THE RUMORS, I LOVE THE SOUND! I WON'T BEG THE LORD ON MY KNEES TO FOUND – A SHOT OF WHISKEY, A FINAL ROUND! (Repeat 2x, building) [Outro] (beat fades, lone voice, then crowd echo) I won't ask for a drink when my time comes – I'll just disappear... like the smoke from the drums... (echo: "disappear...") No grave, no name – I'll be gone with the sun... (whisper: "gone...") [Finаl Сhоrus] Только рано меня хоронить! Мне по нраву дурные вести Я у го́спода не стану просить Перед смертью не сто грамм, ни двести [Оutrо] Перед смертью не стану просить - И умру я , пропа́вши ...безве́сти ```