Lyrics
Verse 1: Woke up late again, my wallet's wearing thin, Empty pockets, dreams locked in a tailspin. Ramen for a king, my bank's an empty well, Living on the brink, I'm broke as hell.
Pre-chorus: Every cent's a grenade, every bill's a spike, Living couch to couch, I ride a rusted bike. Credit card declined, there goes another sell, Digging for some change, I'm broke, can't you tell?
Chorus: My jeans are torn, my shoes have holes.
Playing dive bars, paying life’s tolls.
It's a reckless ride, but what the heck,
This pop punk life's a financial wreck.
We're screaming out with all our rebel yells.
Our anthem rings, "We're broke as hell!"
"We're broke as hell!"
Pre-chorus: Penny pinching punks, we’re in the red.
Dreams are million dollar bills we can't shed.
Sofa surfing pros with stories to tell.
Empty wallet crew, we're broke as hell.
Chorus: Our riffs are loud, our threads are old, We sing of hardship, stories untold. Embrace the dive, the moment's swell, Living pop punk plots, yeah, we're broke as hell. No cash, no flash, just punk rock spells, We’re anthem strong, "We're broke as hell!"
Bridge: Temporary fixes, chasing fleeting thrills, Credit card conspiracies, can't afford the bills. But those chords strike deep, our resolve gets swell, Who needs fortune when we've got stories to tell?
Breakdown: B-R-O-K-E, that's our battle cry, We spit out angst with every single try. Living on a shoestring, got nothing to sell, Except these beats and tales, we're broke as hell!
Chorus: We're the kings and queens of empty-pocket fame, Riding high on low notes, ain't it all the same? We'll break free, only time will tell, Till then we'll chant, "We're broke as hell!"
Outro: So here's to the broken, the rebels, the dreamers, To the beat-up guitars and blown-out speakers. Our wallets are light, but our spirits swell, Pop punk hearts beat proud, we're broke as hell.
