[Verse 1] Obama drop a video, Beaver State on the screen “Elect Tax-It-All Tina,” that’s the message, that’s the theme She been screamin’ “Bad Man Trump” for at least six months straight While he ain’t stepped a pinky toe in Oregon since the last decade Million tears from the people, Fonda first, now Barack Telling Oregonians how to vote from a thousand miles off the mark Remote endorsement, same old status quo High taxes, tents, and fentanyl—priorities, let’s go [Hook] Rules for thee but not for me when the match gets struck Let it burn, let it burn, ’cause the rules don’t mean much Ballots get counted, black-clad hit the street “Let it burn” is the chant, windows shatter, flames repeat Same script, different year, Portland election night They’d all let it burn if it keeps the power in sight [Verse 2] Mitch Green in the backyard, burn ban, summer dry Lit a brush pile anyway, firefighters rolled by Said he didn’t know the rules, shrugged it off like it’s fine Meanwhile Avalos house burned from a fire down the line Homeless guy in the shed, outlet dead, lit a flame to stay warm Flames jumped, her place took damage, she stayed quiet in the storm Didn’t call Green out, double standard crystal clear Wrong fires get ignored, right people stay right here [Verse 3] Obama phones it in while the city frays Says “vote Kotek” from the couch, thousands of miles away Mitch Green strikes the match, Candace won’t speak Kotek keeps the same play while the problems stay deep They’d all let it burn—the video, the brush, the shed As long as the power structure stays exactly where it’s at instead Homeless camps, weak enforcement, schools that can’t teach Sex offenders, trafficking—priorities out of reach [Hook] Rules for thee but not for me when the match gets stuck Let it burn, let it burn, high taxes, tents, and luck Ballots counted, black-clad come out in force Losing means the streets burn, that’s the Portland course Same script, different year, flames and broken glass Or vote for Drazan if you want the cycle to pass [Bridge] Out-of-state voices with a plan from afar Keep the taxes high, keep the tents where they are Obama, Mitch, Candace, Kotek—all on the same page If the city burns a little, that’s just the price of the stage [Hook] Rules for thee but not for me when the match gets struck Let it burn, let it burn, ’cause the rules don’t mean much Ballots get counted, black-clad hit the street “Let it burn” is the chant, windows shatter, flames repeat Same script, different year, Portland election night They’d all let it burn if it keeps the power in sight. [Outro] Obama from far away, Green in his backyard Avalos stayed quiet, Kotek keeps it hard They’d all let it burn so the power stays the same so vote for Tina, for more of the same Mail that ballot if you want more of the flame. Or vote for Drazan to see things change.
