[Verse 1] He came with a whisper, campaign in his lungs, Said he'd cancel your debt and unchain your tongues. He kissed the kids and blessed the poor, Then signed the bill for a distant war. Said "no more drilling" with a tear in his eye— Then approved more wells than the last four guys. [Verse 2] A town burned down on a midnight track, The air turned sweet with vinyl and black. They said “We’re sending thoughts, not aid,” As Kiev got jets and a gold brigade. We fund the globe, from Rome to Sudan— But Flint still drinks from a coffee can. [Chorus] Raise a glass to the land of the free, Where the bailout's abroad and the pain’s on TV. Truth’s a check that always bounces, Hope’s a speech that barely counts it. A flag made of promises stitched in lies— And the choir sings low as the planet fries. [Verse 3] He swore no fossil fuels, no backroom smoke, Then sold the Arctic for a midterm vote. Said "Student debt? I’ll wipe it clean!" But the court said “No,” and he shrugged on-screen. He posted a selfie with solar and smiles— While oil spilled out across tribal miles. [Verse 4] They say the deficit’s high, the coffers dry, But a drone gets wings while your rent says “Why?” They gave Lockheed ten billion more, But said “No room” for your child’s pre-K door. And still they tweet like messianic hacks— While insulin’s priced like a heart attack. [Bridge – slow and bitter] This is the land of the 10-year plan That ends in a press release and a garbage can. The rules are loose and the spin is tight, They filibuster truth every goddamn night. [Final Chorus – full band, raging] So raise a fist for the wounded sky, For the towns they pass and the reasons why. For every vet with a crumbling spine, And every kid who drinks lead like wine. From the East Palestine to the West Bank fund— We patch up the world, leave home undone.
