[Intro – fuzzy guitar riff, snare roll] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – gritty guitar chug, driving bassline] He’s not the flashy face on the glossy screen Just a guy who’s living out every messy scene No scripted lines, no polished perfect pose Just the kind of chaos that the crowd knows [Chorus – distorted power chords, gang vocal harmonies] Tadpole’s the everyman of the gonzo grind Scraped-up knuckles, a grin that’s half blind He’s the one who’s living like he don’t care No fancy tricks, just the raw, real affair [Verse 2 – faster guitar strum, tight drum fill] He’s got a beat-up jacket and a scuffed-up shoe Doing what he wants when the clock strikes two No velvet ropes, no VIP door Just a basement stage and a floor that’s raw [Chorus – amplified guitar, louder gang vocals] Tadpole’s the everyman of the gonzo grind Scraped-up knuckles, a grin that’s half blind He’s the one who’s living like he don’t care No fancy tricks, just the raw, real affair [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, slow build] He don’t need the lights to shine so bright Just a mic and a crowd to make the night He’s the voice of the ones who don’t fit in Living loud, living wild, living in sin [Solo – screaming guitar solo, feedback wail] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full band blast, maximum intensity] Tadpole’s the everyman of the gonzo grind Scraped-up knuckles, a grin that’s half blind He’s the one who’s living like he don’t care No fancy tricks, just the raw, real affair [Outro – fading guitar, final snare hit] He’s the everyman, the gonzo king Living loud, living free, living everything