Songs · Canciones

Night at Mundi

Blood & Bones · Single · Ginger Records · released as “Nigth at Mundi”

⚠ Explicit content · Contenido explícito. Adult humour, sexual themes and strong language. 18+ · Humor adulto, temas sexuales y lenguaje fuerte.

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Lyrics · Letra

Intro

Neon dripping from the ceiling
Sweat, glitter, broken rules
Tonight nobody’s innocent
Welcome to Mundi

Verse 1

Red lights bleeding on the walls
Bodies crashing, sinners crawl
Straight, gay, bi — nobody cares
Love is cheap, desire’s everywhere

Farm boys laughing, boots and dust
Cheap cologne and too much trust
Midget’s young, his wallet’s dead
Another drink inside his head

Pre-Chorus

Queen of the club upon her throne
Eyes like fire, skin and bone
“Bet you won’t,” the drunkards say
No cash left to run away

Chorus

Mundi, Mundi, queen of the night
Lipstick dreams under flashing lights
We don’t ask, we don’t explain
When the booze is love and pleasure’s pain

Mundi, Mundi, spin me around
Lost my mind, lost my ground
Paid the bill with flesh and pride
In the chaos of Mundi
There’s nowhere left to hide

Verse 2

Bathroom echoes, bassline screams
Mirrors melting teenage dreams
Locked doors, whispers, breathing fast
Living like it’s gonna last

Time dissolves in sweat and sound
Heaven’s shaking underground
One last kiss, a wicked grin
That’s when everything caves in

Pre-Chorus 2

Mascara runs, the night stands still
A voice cuts deep, cold and real
The smile drops, the truth comes through
This club just swallowed you

Chorus

Mundi, Mundi, hear that voice
Low like thunder, no more choice
Silk and smoke begin to crack
There’s no undo, no turning back

Mundi, Mundi, shock and scream
Nothing here is what it seems
Crowd goes wild, the truth explodes
Welcome to the freakshow
Everybody knows

Guitar Break

(Dirty bluesy riff, AC/DC-style groove, no solos too fancy)

Bridge – Spoken / Half-Time

Relax, kid… this is Mundi
Labels die at the door
You don’t win, you don’t lose
You just walk out changed
And the house… always gets paid

Final Chorus – Bigger

Mundi, Mundi, legend born
From a bet, a drink, a broken norm
Farm boys, liquor, velvet sin
That’s how the story crawled under his skin

Mundi, Mundi, beat that drum
Midget Blast — baptism by hum
If you’re broke, drunk, young and wild
Remember this night
Mundi eats the child

Outro

Neon fades, the damage stays
Another scar from younger days
Next time he swears, hand on heart:
“I’ll pay the tab…
But I won’t bet my soul again.”