BAD FUCKING OMEN

[Intro — whispered, no drums]
Dogs quit barking.
Whole street froze.
Some motherfucker knows something.
Nobody knows what.

Fuck it.
Open the door.

[Verse 1]
Boot soles squeak on the liquor-store tile,
Clerk quit laughing when he caught that smile.
Rain on my coat, got a rip in the seam,
Look like bad news from a fucked-up dream.
Black coffee breath and a two-day beard,
Been through the shit that you drink to forget.
You practice that scowl in the glass of your phone,
I check mine to see if I’m still alone.

Got a room full of mouths going suddenly polite,
What happened to the shit you were talking all night?
Big bad wolf in a rented fur coat,
One hard gust put the bitch in your throat.
I don’t need a throne—keep the gold-plated seat,
Whole damn place got dry rot underneath.
Put my drink on the deed, leave a ring on your name,
Let the next poor bastard try to polish that stain.

[Pre-Chorus — rising]
That knock ain’t coming from the front fucking door.
That sound ain’t coming from the street.
Something downstairs keeps dragging a chair—
And you live above concrete.

[Chorus — shouted, gang vocals]
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Who let this motherfucker in?
Lights cut out and the walls start choking,
Whole room cold with the door wide open.
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Wipe that shit-eating grin.
Fuck your luck and the charm you’re holding—
Say my name: BAD FUCKING OMEN!

[Verse 2]
Some slick prick said, “Everybody’s got a price,”
Slid me a pen with a grin and some ice.
Fine-print fuckery, handshake trap,
Pushed that shit to the bastard’s lap.
“Sign right here, we can make you a star.”
I said, “Whose fucking name’s on the car?”
Whose name’s on the house? Whose cut comes first?
Who gets paid when they put me in the dirt?

Now he don’t call and I sleep just fine,
Got a cracked-screen phone and my own damn time.
You can keep that table, the seat, and the view,
All that ass-kissing’s fucking with you.
I came from a place where the heat got cut,
Had to run that oven just to warm shit up.
Now the bass hits hard and the windows bow—
Tell that smug motherfucker, “Can you hear me now?”

[Pre-Chorus — whispered doubles]
That knock ain’t coming from the front fucking door.
That sound ain’t coming from the street.
Something downstairs keeps dragging a chair—
And you live above concrete.

[Chorus — shouted, gang vocals]
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Who let this motherfucker in?
Lights cut out and the walls start choking,
Whole room cold with the door wide open.
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Wipe that shit-eating grin.
Fuck your luck and the charm you’re holding—
Say my name: BAD FUCKING OMEN!

[Bridge — drums stop, close-mic whisper]
Landlord called.
Said the neighbors complained.
“Too much fucking noise.”
I said, “That’s strange.”

Been out of town
Since the end of last week.

[Pause]

“Then who the fuck
Have they heard speak?”

[Breakdown — crushing bass, call and response]
WHO’S AT THE DOOR?
(DON’T FUCKING OPEN!)
WHAT’S IN THE HALL?
(SOMETHING’S FUCKING BROKEN!)
WHY’S THAT DEAD PHONE RINGING AGAIN?
WHY’S MY OWN VOICE SAYING, “LET ME IN”?

[Final Chorus — full distortion, layered shouts]
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Who let this motherfucker in?
Lights cut out and the walls start choking,
Whole room cold with the door wide open.
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Wipe that shit-eating grin.
Fuck your luck and the charm you’re holding—
Say my name: BAD FUCKING OMEN!

BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
Deadbolt bends and the chain comes loose.
BAD! FUCKING! OMEN!
That thing outside sounds just like you.

[Outro — dead silence, then a whisper]
Dogs started barking again.

Good.

Means I’m somewhere else.