歌詞
[Verse 1]
Boots on the broken glass
I don't flinch, I just pass
Red marks on my knuckles
Cold rain on my jacket
You said I couldn't last
Said I'd fold too fast
But I'm still in the alley
Still got my name in the dust
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up, count it up
Every scar, every cut
I was made for the scrape
I was made to get up
[Chorus]
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
You can't hold me down
You can't slow me down
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
Hear that hard sound
Hear me coming now (coming now)
[Verse 2]
Dead car in the driveway
Same hole in the wall
Mama said, "Boy, don't waste it"
So I learned to stand tall
Got a fist full of winter
And a heart full of fire
Every bad day taught me
How to climb higher
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up, count it up
Every scar, every cut
I was made for the scrape
I was made to get up
[Chorus]
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
You can't hold me down
You can't slow me down
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
Hear that hard sound
Hear me coming now (coming now)
[Bridge]
Let the floor shake
Let the whole place crack
I took the hit, took the name
And I ain't giving it back
One more breath
One more fight
If I fall, I rise
Right through the night (right through the night)
[Chorus]
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
You can't hold me down
You can't slow me down
I run on broken glass
I run on broken glass
Hear that hard sound
Hear me coming now (coming now)
音楽のスタイル
Rock anthem with driving four-on-the-floor drums, palm-muted verse guitars, a soaring pre-chorus lift, and a big open-chord chorus; verses stay tight and tense, pre-chorus strips to bass and toms, chorus hits with gang vocal doubles and shouted hook repeats. Use gritty lead vocals with stacked harmonies, short delay throws on the last word of each chorus line, a cymbal swell into the drop, and a brief guitar break before the final chorus. Bright, punchy, and stadium-sized., rock