Shiny shoes, tucked-in shirt, a polite little smile

Momma said be sweet, stay good for a while

Never ruffle feathers, never make a scene

Keep it neat, keep it clean, a well-oiled machine [Synth Swell]

But inside this veneer, a rumble starts to grow

A buzzing in my blood, a place I gotta go

The sidewalk's too narrow, the silence too loud

I'm itching for a moment, to get lost in the crowd [Distortion Riff]

Tick-tock goes the clock, till the sun goes down low

Then the bass drum hammers, ready for the flow

My good boy act is fading, the mask begins to crack

Hear that rhythm calling, ain't no turning back! [Bass Drop]

Breakbeat blitz, a frenzy, my polite façade's undone

Headphones on, world off, till the morning sun

A gentle nod by daylight, a polite "how do you do?"

But by moonlight, darling, I'm a rhythm-driven crew [Drum Fill Frenzy]

[Spoken Word] "They call me well-behaved, a paragon of calm..."

Oh, the static in my veins, the thunder in my feet

A sonic detonation, can't be beat, so sweet!

Unleash the primal scream, let the speakers blow

This controlled explosion, watch me go! [Power Chord Crush]

No more Mr. Nice Guy, just a pure electric current

Sweating out the manners, truly inherent! [Vocal Warp]

[Solo] - Wild Synth/Guitar Hybrid Riff

[Key Change]

From the polite handshake to the bass line's growl

Every "yes sir, no sir" turns into a howl

The Sunday best is ripped, the tie is cast aside

In this glorious uproar, nowhere left to hide! [Breakbeat Blitz]

Yeah, the Sunday Best Mosh Pit, that's where I truly shine

Breaking all the rules, making them all mine!

Sunday Best Mosh Pit! Sunday Best Mosh Pit! [Fade-Out]