VibeFoundry - Code Cold One | Redneck Rock

Power’s out, fridges are dead, and the beer is warm — it's redneck Armageddon.
Welcome to a town where a blackout turns into chaos, church turns into party, and warm cans ignite revolution.
This southern rock banger brings swampy funk, muddy boots, and a battle cry for cold beer.
Turn it up, crack it open, and pray to the beer gods: CODE COLD ONE has been declared.

Full lyrics:
Power’s out from dusk to dawn,
Radio’s dead, the AC’s gone.
No phone, no light, no satellite swarm—
But worst of all... [spoken, scream] the beer ain’t warm.
[spoken] scratch that – THE BEER IS WARM.

Lightning hit the county pole,
Bar went dark, lost all control.
Fridge gave out with a dying wheeze,
Now warm Corona bringin’ folks to their knees.

No power, no ice, just sweaty cans,
This ain’t a blackout – it’s end of man!
Fuel’s runnin’ low, hope’s turned to spam,
We’re prayin’ for ice like it’s Vietnam.

Jed’s old genny’s spittin’ smoke,
One more hour and that thing’s broke.
Hooked the cooler to a stolen fan,
Blew more hot air than a congressman!

Mayor’s pacing, red with hate,
“Launch the beer squad, don’t be late!”
Granny’s diggin’ with her broken claw,
“Dirt beats shelves at that dang store!”

We tossed ‘em in the chicken trough,
But hens pecked holes, we drank it off.
Cletus tried the creek at night,
Now he’s got Giardia and no Coors Light.

No power, no ice, just sweaty cans,
This ain’t a blackout – it’s end of man!
Fuel’s runnin’ low, hope’s turned to spam,
We’re prayin’ for ice like it’s Vietnam.

Preacher yelled, “We need revival!”
Not for souls, but beer survival.
Pastor tried to bless the fridge,
But baptized it with homemade swig.
Sheriff sobbed, “I miss that chill,”
Then shot a keg just for the thrill.

Generators coughed, wires all fried,
Some say civilization died.
But Hank built one from mower scraps,
Beer got cold – whole town claps!

We cracked those cans like victory bells,
Cold foam sprayed and someone yelled.
We don’t need lessons, we need ice—
And maybe a fridge that don’t smell like mice.

Screw your phones, and screw the farm,
Just fill the tank and sound the alarm—
For what matters most...
Keep that damn beer cold ‘til morn’.

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