Paper Thrones

Micbacca

BeanTown-Blaze

Micbacca

Rapcore, guitar, bass, drums, distorted bass guitar, turntable scratches

V3.5

[Chorus]
Paper thrones, built on our backs,
False kings and queens with empty acts.
They sit in power, pretend they care,
But the people know what’s really there.
We’re the ones who bleed and pay,
While they rule in the light of day.

[Verse 2]
Democrats say they're for the poor,
But they close the gate, slam the door.
Talkin' ‘bout justice, climate, health,
But who’s really gaining? Check their wealth.
They say they’re for the working man,
But they’re up there scheming, playing plans.
Policies for the ‘greater good’, they say,
While we’re down here hustling to live each day.

[Verse 3]
They hold the power, write the rules,
Tellin’ us we’re free while they treat us like fools.
They call it progress, green and clean,
But where’s that money? It’s never seen.
They hold the Senate, they hold the House,
Preachin’ justice with a silvered mouth.
Democrats claim they’ll build us up,
But they’re drinkin' poison from a golden cup.

[Bridge]
And Thompson’s the puppet, playin' his part,
While the people suffer, he’s got no heart.
Prime Minister of broken dreams,
Strung up by lies, tangled schemes.
You stand for nothing, just a pretty face,
Leadin’ us all in this endless race.

[Verse 4]
Then there’s the Whigs, all shiny and new,
Talk about merit, reform, a breakthrough.
But they’re cozyin' up in polished halls,
Just more empty suits behind those walls.
They want tech, progress, a grand display,
But their promises fade like night to day.

[Verse 5]
Rebecca Turner, you’re the same,
Pretendin’ relief, playin’ the game.
Where’s that money, the aid we need?
It’s in your pockets, your private greed.
You sold us out, lined your purse,
While Boston’s drownin' in this curse.
The Whigs talk big, but they’re all the same,
Livin’ fat off the people’s shame.

[Verse 6]
And then the Republicans, tryin’ to pretend,
Their hands aren’t dirty, that they didn’t bend.
They brought the nation to its knees,
Then washed their hands like it’s all a breeze.
They scream “tradition!” and “family pride!”
But where were they when the country died?
They broke the Union, shattered the trust,
Now they say we’re all in the dust.

[Outro]
Paper thrones, they’ll fall someday,
When the people rise and make ‘em pay.
You can rule with words, play pretend,
But the truth is comin’ ‘round the bend.
Beantown Blaze, I’m callin' you out,
For the streets, for Boston, there’s no doubt.
This city’s ours, not yours to take,
And we’ll burn those thrones for justice’s sake.

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[Verse 1] They wear their suits, their polished lies, While we’re scraping by, barely getting by. They preach justice from towers high, But look in the camps, see their truth denied. They promised safety, shelter, peace, But we live in ruins, waiting for relief. They wave their flags, but ignore our cries, NAF’s just a mask, their empty guise. [Chorus] Paper thrones, built on our backs, False kings and queens with empty acts. They sit in power, pretend they care, But the people know what’s really there. We’re the ones who bleed and pay, While they rule in the light of day. [Verse 2] Democrats say they're for the poor, But they close the gate, slam the door. Talkin' ‘bout justice, climate, health, But who’s really gaining? Check their wealth. They say they’re for the working man, But they’re up there scheming, playing plans. Policies for the ‘greater good’, they say, While we’re down here hustling to live each day. [Verse 3] They hold the power, write the rules, Tellin’ us we’re free while they treat us like fools. They call it progress, green and clean, But where’s that money? It’s never seen. They hold the Senate, they hold the House, Preachin’ justice with a silvered mouth. Democrats claim they’ll build us up, But they’re drinkin' poison from a golden cup. [Chorus] Paper thrones, built on our backs, False kings and queens with empty acts. They sit in power, pretend they care, But the people know what’s really there. We’re the ones who bleed and pay, While they rule in the light of day. [Bridge] And Thompson’s the puppet, playin' his part, While the people suffer, he’s got no heart. Prime Minister of broken dreams, Strung up by lies, tangled schemes. You stand for nothing, just a pretty face, Leadin’ us all in this endless race. [Verse 4] Then there’s the Whigs, all shiny and new, Talk about merit, reform, a breakthrough. But they’re cozyin' up in polished halls, Just more empty suits behind those walls. They want tech, progress, a grand display, But their promises fade like night to day. [Verse 5] Rebecca Turner, you’re the same, Pretendin’ relief, playin’ the game. Where’s that money, the aid we need? It’s in your pockets, your private greed. You sold us out, lined your purse, While Boston’s drownin' in this curse. The Whigs talk big, but they’re all the same, Livin’ fat off the people’s shame. [Chorus] Paper thrones, built on our backs, False kings and queens with empty acts. They sit in power, pretend they care, But the people know what’s really there. We’re the ones who bleed and pay, While they rule in the light of day. [Verse 6] And then the Republicans, tryin’ to pretend, Their hands aren’t dirty, that they didn’t bend. They brought the nation to its knees, Then washed their hands like it’s all a breeze. They scream “tradition!” and “family pride!” But where were they when the country died? They broke the Union, shattered the trust, Now they say we’re all in the dust. [Outro] Paper thrones, they’ll fall someday, When the people rise and make ‘em pay. You can rule with words, play pretend, But the truth is comin’ ‘round the bend. Beantown Blaze, I’m callin' you out, For the streets, for Boston, there’s no doubt. This city’s ours, not yours to take, And we’ll burn those thrones for justice’s sake.

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