Leather and chrome,

we don’t play nice,

Crowd goes deaf when

we roll the dice.

Gasoline glitter

flash and flame,

Stage on fire when

they scream our name.

Ripped from the gutter

with a gold-laced sneer,

We’re the noise your

nightmares fear.

Gasoline glitter

loud and mean,

Born to burn through

your silver screen.

Smoke in the halls,

mirrors cracked,

Setlists written like a heart attack.

We don’t fade,

we detonate,

Every show’s a crime scene,

check the tape.

No gods,

no rules,

no stage too small,

We break it,

take it,

own it all.

Six wild hearts,

one red room,

Blowin’ out speakers,

crashin' doom.

You want clean?

We serve dirt,

Dressed in glitter and glam and hurt.

Gasoline glitter

steel and kiss,

Every note a loaded fist.

We ain’t a band,

we’re a goddamn riot

Red Room lives,

you can’t deny it.