© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- This is the Official Hour. Keep your hands where we can see them. Keep your thoughts where you can’t. One voice! (One voice!) One line! (One line!) No doubt! (No doubt!) All mine! (All mine!) Golden sky on cracked concrete, bus-stop gospel in my ear, They sell pride like cheap cologne—spray it heavy, hide the fear. “Speak our tongue.” “Love our flag.” “Learn our story—only ours.” Every border gets a halo, every stranger gets the bars. Take a loss and call it victory, take the truth and make it bend, Paint the past in perfect colors, sign your name, and call it “friend.” If a fact won’t fit the frame, press it flat until it shines— History’s a softer metal when you hit it in the right time. Say you’re right (say you’re right) Say they’re wrong (they’re wrong) Hold the note— Long enough to drown the song. Sing it like a hymn, loud and clean, Hands on heart, keep the smile serene. If you feel that laugh inside—shh—swallow it down, ’Cause the louder the anthem, the faster the crown. Na-na, wave it high (wave it high) Na-na, fall in line (fall in line) Na-na, say “amen” (say “amen”) Na-na, it’s fine (it’s fine) They call doubt a contamination, call critique a loaded gun, Love becomes a leash you kiss, and fear becomes your daily sun. Pick a target, point together—unity is easier that way, Nothing bonds a crowd like enemies that don’t exist today. Wrap religion round your shoulders, wear it like a stage prop cape, Turn the cross into a logo, turn the choir into your tape. Culture’s not a home to live in, it’s a hammer, it’s a drum— When the crowd keeps saying “savior,” that’s when saviors start to come. Say you’re strong (say you’re strong) Say they’re weak (they’re weak) Keep it bright— So nobody can see you leak. Sing it like a hymn, loud and clean, Hands on heart, keep the smile serene. If you feel that laugh inside—shh—swallow it down, ’Cause the louder the anthem, the faster the crown. Attention citizens: The crisis is imported. The failure is imagined. The blame is… convenient. Any questions will be answered— after the music ends. No mistakes—only sabotage. No hunger—only plots. If the shelves are looking empty, it’s the neighbors, it’s the dots. Books are kindling, schools are silence, thinking’s just a public threat, Count the flags, don’t count the bodies—numbers never make you sweat. Immortal on a pedestal? That pedestal is sand. Tide is patient, tide is honest, tide don’t care who gave commands. Sing it like a hymn, loud and clean, Hands on heart, keep the smile serene. Hear that laugh in the back row? It’s starting to spread— ’Cause the louder the anthem, the closer the end. History is patient. It always waits its turn… to laugh.
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