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Plastic Cowboy
10
Artist:Fidde
Duration:3:52
Tags:rock,Raw d-beat crust with blown‑out guitars,male vocals shredded and barked; verses stomp in a mid‑tempo trudge then lurch into blast‑adjacent chaos for the chorus. Bass is filthy and forward,kick and snare clipped and ugly. Gang shouts and throat‑ripped ad‑libs crowd the refrains,feedback squeals thread between sections like rusted barbed wire.,crust punk,world,death metal
Verse 1 Saw you first on a cracked phone screen Fake-ass rebel in skinny jeans Caption says “outlaw, born to lose” But your mama still picks out your shoes Leather jacket fresh out the store Still got the tag — yeah, hardcore You pose real tough with a rented bike Then Uber home after three likes Pre-Chorus Yeah you snarl for the cam, rehearse that shit Ten takes deep just to look “legit” Chorus Plastic cowboy, full of shit Pre-packaged rebel with a filter on it Bang bang pose but the gun don’t crack All hat, no soul — just a hashtag act Hey! Hey! — strike that pose again Hey! Hey! — sell that lie to your friends You ain’t wild, you just play the part Dollar store outlaw with a sponsored heart Verse 2 Met you once at a dive-bar show You looked around like “is this… normal?” Didn’t like the smell, didn’t like the crowd Didn’t like it loud — just liked it loud online You held your drink like it might explode Asked if the bathroom had a dress code Some kid puked and you lost your nerve “Bro this place ain’t what I deserve” Pre-Chorus No ring in your ears, no blood on your teeth Just curated chaos and polished grief Chorus Plastic cowboy, full of shit Pre-packaged rebel with a filter on it Bang bang pose but the gun don’t crack All hat, no soul — just a hashtag act Hey! Hey! — strike that pose again Hey! Hey! — sell that lie to your friends You ain’t wild, you just play the part Dollar store outlaw with a sponsored heart Bridge (story turns / mocking hard) Next week drop — “NEW LIFE BRAND” Selling rebellion in a box set plan Pre-ripped jeans and a “fuck you” tee Made in bulk in a factory You cry on live ‘bout “being real” Then check your stats to see the deal “Engagement’s down” — oh tragic news Maybe truth don’t fit your shoes Break (talked / sarcastic / mean) Yeah yeah — bleed for the feed, right? Cry a little, boost the likes Add some dirt, fake a scar Congrats man — you’re a rockstar Breakdown (slow, ugly, ripping him apart) We were there when the amps blew out You were home mapping your clout We broke bones, you broke “trends” We got scars — you got brand deals, friend Final Chorus (exploding, contempt + humor) Plastic cowboy, full of shit Algorithm outlaw counterfeit Bang bang pose, but it’s all for show No guts, no grind, just a goddamn show Hey! Hey! — keep faking that life Hey! Hey! — maybe marry your hype When it crashes, don’t come crawling back We’ll be laughing loud — with a bottle of Jack Outro Screen goes dark, no crowd, no noise Just a sad little man and his plastic toys No filter left, no mask, no ploy Just a washed-up, broke-ass plastic cowboy