
[Serious punk rock, driving and raw, fierce clear female vocals, loud distorted guitars, pounding drums, thick bass, gang-shout backing on the hook, tight mix, high energy, 178 BPM] [Intro: sharp guitar stab, then full band crash, no vocals] [Verse 1: clear fierce female vocal, tight rhythm guitar, punchy drums] She walks in like the hallway owes her rent Cheap little crown, still collecting the debt Every laugh in the room bends toward her name She don’t love people, she just loves the fame I was good enough to keep the seat warm Never good enough to weather her storm [Pre-Chorus: vocals tighter and closer, drums building] She thinks the floor won’t ever move She thinks the fall is for somebody new [Chorus: big clear female lead, gang vocals on the last two lines, wide guitars] The bigger they are The harder they fall You climbed so high you can’t hear us at all The bigger they are The harder they fall That pretty throne don’t catch you when you crawl [Post-Chorus: guitar hook and stomping drums, no vocals] [Verse 2: more rhythmic female vocal, bass forward, guitars chopping] Homecoming lights still stuck in her hair Talks like the world is a mirror that stares Friends on a leash till the shine wears thin Then they all vanish when the weather comes in She called me small with that practiced smile Too good for me, but only in her mind [Pre-Chorus: vocals rising, snare rolling] She thinks the floor won’t ever move She thinks the fall is for somebody new [Chorus: bigger gang vocals, lead vocal extra clear] The bigger they are The harder they fall You climbed so high you can’t hear us at all The bigger they are The harder they fall That pretty throne don’t catch you when you crawl [Bridge: half-time, raw female vocal, drums wide, guitars holding] Look at you now, all that height, all that pride Nothing to stand on but the story you sold Reputation painted over the rot You had the most, so you had the most to lose And the drop don’t care how pretty you looked [Instrumental Break: lead guitar solo over pounding punk drums, no vocals] [Final Chorus: full band, clearest vocal delivery, gang shouts locked in] The bigger they are The harder they fall You climbed so high you can’t hear us at all The bigger they are The harder they fall That pretty throne don’t catch you when you crawl [Outro: last shout of “the harder they fall,” guitars ringing out, hard stop]