**Title: Power Wash the Capitol** **[Intro — low piano, distant pressure-washer hiss]** I wouldn’t put one polished shoe on Pennsylvania Ave, Not while the poorest pay the bill for every deal they never had. If I step inside D.C., better bring a forty-foot wand— Wash the marble top to bottom till the dirty money’s gone. **[Verse 1]** From the tip of the Monument, white against the sky, Down every gilded hallway where the hungry hear “goodbye.” Clean the fingerprints off favors, rinse the backroom bargains bare, ’Cause systemic sin rolls downhill—and the broke get buried there. They write a thousand pages, then they hide behind the print, While somebody skips a dinner just to cover someone’s rent. Every loophole has a landlord, every lobby buys a key, And the weight lands on the people with the least mobility. **[Pre-Chorus]** So don’t hand me red or blue, Show me what your hands actually do. If public trust became your private throne, Turn the lights on—let the record show. **[Chorus]** Power-wash D.C., let the dirty water run, From the Monument’s tip to Lincoln’s feet when we’re done. I won’t step one foot inside till accountability begins— Blast the marble, blast the money, blast the stains of systemic sin. Mass impeachment where the evidence demands, Constitution in our voices, due process in our hands. Mock trials on the Mall—satire under summer lights, Put corruption on the witness stand and let the people write the lines. **[Verse 2]** Set a cardboard courtroom underneath the Capitol dome, No gallows, no revenge—just every crooked choice brought home. Actors reading donor ledgers, giant receipts upon the screen, “Exhibit A: who got richer? Exhibit B: who stayed unseen?” Let a nurse play prosecutor, let a teacher take the stand, Let the worker cross-examine every promise never planned. Let the homeless ask the questions polished pundits never will: “How’d the richest write the rules while we were choosing food or bills?” **[Pre-Chorus]** No violence, no crown, Just truth turned all the way up loud. Ballots, hearings, sunlight, law— If power breaks the trust, recall. **[Chorus]** Power-wash D.C., let the dirty water run, From the Monument’s tip to Lincoln’s feet when we’re done. I won’t step one foot inside till accountability begins— Blast the marble, blast the money, blast the stains of systemic sin. Mass impeachment where the evidence demands, Constitution in our voices, due process in our hands. Mock trials on the Mall—satire under summer lights, Put corruption on the witness stand and let the people write the lines. **[Bridge — piano rises, bass drops out]** Lincoln’s sitting silent with the stone beneath his shoes, Like, “A government of people means the people get to choose.” So clean the halls, clean the books, clean the favors out of law, Not with hatred—with a standard that applies to one and all. No party gets a pressure shield. No donor gets immunity. No office makes a person king. Public service means accountability. **[Final Chorus — full choir + crushing 808s]** POWER-WASH D.C.—from the skyline to the street, From the Monument’s highest point down to Abraham Lincoln’s feet. Till the child without a dinner isn’t financing someone’s win, Till the poorest backs aren’t carrying the capital’s deepest sins. Bring impeachment when it’s warranted, bring hearings into light, Bring those mock-trial stages out and parody the night. I’ll step into Washington when Washington can prove That the people underneath it aren’t the ones it always screws. **[Outro]** Tip of the Monument. Feet of Lincoln. Pressure climbing. People thinking. Clean government ain’t radical— It’s what the promise meant.
