VibeFoundry - Cans & Lead | Redneck rock

Описание: This song ain’t about paranoia.
Cans & Lead is about being realistic in a world that pretends everything will be fine forever. It's a redneck rock anthem for those who don’t trust promises, banks, or backup plans they can’t touch with their own hands.

You won’t find fear here.
You’ll find preparation.
This isn’t a story of preppers hiding underground in panic – it’s about knowing that food, fuel, and firepower are worth more than signatures and screens when things fall apart.

Canned goods aren’t just for hurricanes.
They’re a currency you can eat.
While city folks pile up debt and trust politicians to fix what’s broken, the man in this song builds shelves, stocks meat, tightens locks, and sleeps better for it.

No government safety net. No broker. No app.
Just hands in the dirt, fire on the ground, and shelves that don’t lie.

“They mocked the shed. Now they beg.”

This is about living with intention. About choosing to be the one who stays standing when the lights go out.
About knowing the value of diesel, of hot sauce, of squirrel traps and .45s.
This is rural logic, turned loud.
No nonsense. No hype. Just Cans & Lead.

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Lyrics:
Built a shed behind the hill,
Stacked it high and sealed it still.
Ain’t no stocks or suit and tie,
Just canned stew and .45.
They called me crazy, called me slow—
But I’ll be fed when cold winds blow.

I don’t need your future, I made my own.


I ain’t got no 401k,
But I’ll eat just fine come Judgment Day.
Cans and bullets, all in rows,
While they beg, I keep it closed.
Twenty years in tins, I’m good to go,
While the rich man starves in a TV show.

YEEEEEAH!

Freezer buzzin’, water stored,
Locks are tight, the doors are bored.
Ain’t no trust in banks or votes,
I count shells and clean my coats.
Got no debts and got no boss,
Just some diesel and hot sauce.
Let it burn, I won’t be lost.

They chased their dream in fancy cars,
I hoarded beans and mason jars.
No bars on roofs or first-class flights,
Just squirrel traps and oil lights.

WHAT GOOD’S A STOCK WHEN SHELVES GO DRY?!
CASH WON’T FEED YOU WHEN YOU CRY!

I ain’t got no 401k,
But I’ll eat just fine come Judgment Day.
Cans and bullets, all in rows,
While they beg, I keep it closed.
Twenty years in tins, I’m good to go,
While the suits break down in the freezing snow.

YEEEAH! I’M STILL STANDIN’!

They mocked my shed, they laughed out loud,
Now they beg beneath the cloud.
They spent big and saved too late,
I built steel and sealed my gate.
No luck, just grit and fire,
And I won’t open for a liar.

You had your chance.

Let the lights die, let it flood,
I’ll heat my stew on sticks and mud.
Got no card, got no debt,
But I’ve got fire and I ain’t wet.
And when the whole thing crashes down,
I’ll be king outside your town.

Your world ends. Mine begins.

They trusted men in office ties—
I trusted cans and butchered pies.
Ain’t got much, but I still stand:

WHAT USE IS MONEY… WITH NOTHIN’ IN YOUR HAND?!

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