Crowns for Sale

punk folk metal fusion raw irish celtic punk energy meets heavy folk metal fast aggressive distorted guitars clashing with acoustic mandola tin whistle violin and bodhran driving rhythm shouted gang vocals and raspy growls midfast 110-130 bpm punk tempo with breakdowns and folk instrumental swells antiauthoritarian rebellious anthem about politicians chasing and keeping power for their own ego wealth and control instead of serving the people and country gritty lofi production uplifting chaotic moshpit vibe like flogging molly meets Celtic Punk, Punk Rock heavier side with alestorm piratefolk aggression energetic empowering protest feel, seductive female vocals

[Intro] They smile for the cameras… but the knives are out… [Verse 1] They kiss the babies, wave the flags so high Promise the moon, but the truth is a lie Power is the drug, the throne is the fix They'll sell your future for a seat in the mix From marble halls to the TV screen They trade your dreams for their golden machine No heart in the chest, just a vault full of greed While the people starve, they plant the seed [Pre-Chorus] They don't serve the land… they serve the crown! They don't hear the cries… they just want the sound! [Chorus] Crowns for sale! Power for rent! They'll burn the country just to pay the rent! Not for the people, not for the fight Only for ego, only for might! Crowns for sale! Raise the black flag high! Punk folk fury – let the tyrants die! No more kings, no more lies We take back the streets under rebel skies! [Verse 2] They rig the game, they buy the vote They choke the press, they sink the boat One hand on the bible, the other in the till They preach salvation while they drink their fill From Dublin pubs to the barricades in Rome The same old story, the same old throne They fear the day when the people unite So they divide us with hate every night [Bridge] They built the castles on our broken backs… But the walls are cracking… hear the cracks… Time to tear it down! Time to burn it down! [Final Chorus] Crowns for sale! Power for rent! We'll tear the system, every last cent! Not for the leaders, not for their game Only for freedom, only for flame! Crowns for sale! The people will rise! Punk folk thunder in our eyes! No more kings, no more chains We take the power in our veins! [Outro] Crowns for sale… but the people won't pay… The rebellion is coming… it's here to stay… No more kings!

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