Oh my Bears, you been my Sunday light, Soldier Field thunder through the Windy City night. We poured our blood in for a hundred years strong, But the machine done sucked the marrow from our bones. Decades grindin’ us down with that vote-riggin’ game, Chicago-style politics, bitch-ass and lame. Now you leavin’ Illinois, crossin’ that line so clean, Hammond rubes got the cash and the full financial dream. While we drown in the hole we dug so deep and mean, ’Cause the pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… A million a day for six hundred years, Lord, what a scene. Pension shortfalls eatin’ the budget alive, Economy crippled, no way to survive. Excuses every session, “We’ll fix it next time,” But the toll of corruption done turned this state to crime. Lord have mercy, Bears, you packin’ up your gear, Headin’ east to Hammond where the air is clear. We built you empires on the lakefront shore, But the Daley machine and the crooks kept score. Vote-riggin’ hellhole, decades in the grind, Bitch-ass Chicago politics rottin’ our mind. Indiana’s rubes got the package, full and fine, Stadium dreams shinin’ right across the line. While our governors rot for the schemes they designed, ’Cause four governors went to prison… Four governors went to prison… Four governors went to prison… Blago, Ryan, the list just keeps on risin’. From Kerner to the present, the pattern don’t break, Corrupt to the core, for heaven’s sake. Pensions starvin’, economy in decay, But you see the light and you’re slippin’ away. My heart is breakin’, Bears, as you roll away, Hammond callin’ with that sweet fiscal play. We loved you fierce through every losing season, But the tax man’s feast is the only reason. Decades of promises, never keepin’ none, Urban decay spreadin’ under the gun. Rubes in Indiana got the money to spend, Full package ready, no Chicago pretend. While our state bleeds out from the way we offend, ’Cause the tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… The tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… The tax burden’s sixteen point five percent… Highest in the nation, Lord, it’s our lament. Property taxes crushin’ every homeowner’s dream, Economy fleein’ like a broken team. Excuses flow like the river in spring, But the Bears see the truth and they spread their wings. Oh Chicago, my city of lost and found, Bears leavin’ you now, crossin’ state line ground. We stood by you through the violence and the pain, But the decay done won, washed it down the drain. Machine-style hellhole, vote-riggin’ every night, Bitch-ass politics turnin’ wrong to right. Hammond’s waitin’ with that clean financial light, Rubes got the wherewithal, doin’ what is right. While our streets keep bleedin’ in the dead of night, ’Cause the crime rate’s ragin’ through the city lights… The crime rate’s ragin’ through the city lights… The crime rate’s ragin’ through the city lights… Urban decay claimin’ everything in sight. Pension black hole, excuses by the ton, Economy collapsin’, the damage done. You gave us your heart, we gave you our mess, Now you chase the future, leavin’ us to confess. Tears rollin’ down like the Chicago rain, My Bears are leavin’, feelin’ all the pain. We nurtured you here through the corrupt machine, Vote-riggin’ decades, livin’ the bad dream. Pensions unfunded, economy in the tank, Bitch-ass politics, stealin’ every cent in the bank. Indiana rubes got the fiscal might to show, Hammond stadium risin’, stealin’ our show. While our state collapses from the seeds we sow, ’Cause the pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… The pension debt’s two hundred eighteen billion… Highest per capita, Lord, we’re done and done. Crime and decay, excuses on repeat, The toll of machine-style politics so sweet. You carried our colors through the worst of times, Now you chase the light where the money aligns. Goodbye old Bears, cross that line and fly, Illinois hellhole wave you one last cry.
