Jail to the Thief

Jail to the thief, Who came with a grin, Gold-plated pockets And crocodile skin. Smilin’ for cameras, Wavin’ the flag, While lobbyist suitcases Burst from the bag. Jail to the thief, And the cabinet too, Countin’ the billions Like pirates all do. Contracts for cousins, Deals for the clan, Taxpayer dollars Stuffed into the van. Oh, the marble halls echo With champagne and lies, Smoke from the backrooms Still stingin’ our eyes. The people keep workin’, The people keep payin’, While yachts keep appearin’ And debts keep delayin’. Jail to the thief, To the sons and the wives, Turnin’ public office Into shopping sprees lives. Diamond cufflinks glitter, Private jets roar, Every new scandal Needs one hangar more. Jail to the thief, Let the trumpets all blare, For democracy’s carcass Needs fresher air. The books have been cooked, The vault’s been stripped clean, The deficit bloated By greed dressed in sheen. Now the workers are weary, The farmers are sore, The teachers keep buyin’ Their own classroom store. But somewhere a mansion Gets one ballroom more, With taxpayer gold Poured straight through the floor. Jail to the thief! Ring the courthouse bell loud! No throne for corruption, No kings draped in crowds. If justice still breathes Beneath all the grief, Then march to the chorus: Jail… to… the… thief! 🎺