[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)
Style of Music
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