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.