Wild Ones Crashin'
Bogfire Rogues
Celtic Punk
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Raw Celtic Punk anthem driven by fast punk rhythms on distorted guitars and pounding drums, fused with lively tin whistle folk melody lines and wailing bagpipes for an explosive pub energy. Anthemic gang choruses roar with defiant rebellion, backed by fiddle riffs and bodhrán stomps in a gritty, unpolished production that captures the thrill of breaking free. High-octane track perfect for rowdy nights and worker uprisings.
Lyrics
We're breaking free tonight. Boots on the floor. Fists in the air. Boss man Shane. We're snagged, but we don't care. Boss man Shane. We're snapping and loose. Raise up your glass. Let the fire ignite the fuse. We're the wild ones. Crashing through the night. Pints overflowing. Ready for the fight. No more kneeling. No more playing nice. Rebel hearts beating. Pay the rebel price. Calloused hands. Stories in our scars. Laughing at the silence. Suits underneath our scars. They build their walls. We tear them down with cheers. One more round. Drown the boss's fear. We're the wild ones. Crashing through the night. Pints overflowing. Ready for the fight. No more kneeling. No more playing nice. Rebel hearts beating. Pay the rebel price. Hear the roar rising. Feel the storm unwind. From the depths we climb. Leaving chains behind. No turning back now. This is our anthem. Screaming out loud. Chanting stars. Crashing through the night. Pints overflowing. Ready for the fight. No more kneeling. No more playing nice. Rebel hearts beating. Pay the rebel price. No more kneeling. We're the wild ones. Wild ones forever. Shout it loud. Shout it loud. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel.
Wild Ones Crashin'
Bogfire Rogues
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