Give the Red Truck Room

[Вступление] [Distorted bass climbing figure alone] [Two clipped guitar stabs] [One beat of silence, drums enter] [Куплет 1] You pull the red handle—nothing gives The lift hangs halfway, locked and stiff Both lanes stack past the painted line I work the pump; the clock bites time A cab leans hard on its horn again You hear that engine climbing the bend [Припев] Move, you stubborn iron jaw! [Snarling answer] not one inch! Hands on the pump, shoulder to steel [Snarling answer] make it yield! Fire engine coming—clear that span! [Snarling answer] i’m doing all i can! [Куплет 2] The chain kicks once, then seizes tight A bus full of faces watches me fight I brace my boot on the wet deck plate Pump, release—don’t let it wait That siren cuts through the queue behind I count each stroke, i hold the line [Припев] Move, you stubborn iron jaw! [Snarling answer] not one inch! Hands on the pump, shoulder to steel [Snarling answer] make it yield! Fire engine coming—clear that span! [Snarling answer] i’m doing all i can! [Брейкдаун] Pump—hold! Pump—hold! One beat gone—then drive it home! Pump—hold! Pump—hold! Give that red truck room to go! [Guitar solo] [Jagged guitar solo over the climbing bass figure] [Припев] Move, you stubborn iron jaw! [Snarling answer] it gives! it gives! Hands on the pump, shoulder to steel [Snarling answer] now it yields! Fire engine through—clear that span! [Snarling answer] we got it open, man!