Red Bull: Taurine, Thailand, a Loft in Austria

Lyrics

[Intro]
Krating Daeng, Thailand, 1976.
A truck-driver's drink.
Sugar, caffeine, taurine, B-vitamins.
Red bull, literally.

[Verse 1]
An Austrian named Mateschitz
drinks it on a business trip to Bangkok
for the hangover.
Comes home to Salzburg.
Reworks the formula, invents the can,
markets the wings.
Now it's sold in every 7-Eleven on earth
and half the nightclubs after midnight.

[Verse 2]
At 3 PM at Alkaloid
someone cracks a can.
The sound is a small confession.
The sugar hits first. The caffeine five minutes later.
Taurine, whatever it does.
The afternoon slump is refused.
The afternoon slump is told no.

[Chorus]
Red bull and a loft in Austria.
A Thai truck-driver's fuel
became a global extreme-sports religion.
The slump refused. The wing unfurled.
Three PM holds its ground.

[Bridge]
Somewhere a skateboarder is filming.
Somewhere a student is highlighting.
Somewhere a coder is debugging.
All three drink the same drink.

[Outro]
Krating Daeng, the red bull.
Two wings, one can, one afternoon saved.
Three PM does not have to be the end.
Three PM still has four meetings in it.