Child-Free & Comfortable_ AI Made This Angry Country-Punk Banger About Your Useless Generation
Music and performance: SUNO AI neural network (v3.5). Lyrics: Old Hound. Visualization: neural networks Shedevrum, Kandinsky, KlingAI, Genmo. [Verse 1] Comfort’s nice, yeah, real sweet— Damn these lazy bones and feet! You just sit there, chill, unwind, Crack a cold one, waste your time. But your granddad broke his back, Plowed the fields, kept life on track— Fed his kids with sweat and pain, Found his joy in their full plates. Look at him—now look at you: Five strong sons, and what’d you do? Child-free life, no legacy… Just couch fries and Netflix dreams. [Verse 2] You cruise streets in your slick ride, AC blasting cold inside. Buttons, screens—world at your thumb, GPS tells you where to run. But your granddad walked for miles, Rode weak boats through stormy trials, Prayed to gods, carved out his way, Brought new lands to light of day. Look at him—now check your scene: Five bold girls, a bloodline keen. You? Just chillin’, solo, free… Fry grease stains on your jeans. [Chorus] Comfort’s nice, yeah, real sweet— Damn these lazy bones and feet! Chug that beer, stay numb, stay weak… Or get up! Move! Go plant your seed! Move to the sticks, grow roots, breed! ‘Cause if granddad slacked like you— No sons strong, no daughters true— No bloodline, no name to keep… You’d have no fries or wheels to creep. [Bridge – Taunting Vibe] So… village life? Or one more pint? (Hah! Thought so—pass the Lite.) [Final Roast] Your granddad worked, he sowed, he gave, Built a future from his grave. You? Just snack on empty air… Child-free throne—no one cares.
Music and performance: SUNO AI neural network (v3.5). Lyrics: Old Hound. Visualization: neural networks Shedevrum, Kandinsky, KlingAI, Genmo. [Verse 1] Comfort’s nice, yeah, real sweet— Damn these lazy bones and feet! You just sit there, chill, unwind, Crack a cold one, waste your time. But your granddad broke his back, Plowed the fields, kept life on track— Fed his kids with sweat and pain, Found his joy in their full plates. Look at him—now look at you: Five strong sons, and what’d you do? Child-free life, no legacy… Just couch fries and Netflix dreams. [Verse 2] You cruise streets in your slick ride, AC blasting cold inside. Buttons, screens—world at your thumb, GPS tells you where to run. But your granddad walked for miles, Rode weak boats through stormy trials, Prayed to gods, carved out his way, Brought new lands to light of day. Look at him—now check your scene: Five bold girls, a bloodline keen. You? Just chillin’, solo, free… Fry grease stains on your jeans. [Chorus] Comfort’s nice, yeah, real sweet— Damn these lazy bones and feet! Chug that beer, stay numb, stay weak… Or get up! Move! Go plant your seed! Move to the sticks, grow roots, breed! ‘Cause if granddad slacked like you— No sons strong, no daughters true— No bloodline, no name to keep… You’d have no fries or wheels to creep. [Bridge – Taunting Vibe] So… village life? Or one more pint? (Hah! Thought so—pass the Lite.) [Final Roast] Your granddad worked, he sowed, he gave, Built a future from his grave. You? Just snack on empty air… Child-free throne—no one cares.