This track is called: Centrist Democrats (Do Your Fuckin Job!) (Verse 1) Yo, I see you sitting cozy in your suits and ties, Promises made, now they're laced with lies. Corporate cash in your veins like a parasite, You’re the shadow in the dark where the truth don’t shine! Got the people in the streets screaming for a fight, But you’re too damn scared to set the world alight. Kneel to the lobbyists, bow to the crown, While the working-class bleed and you let ‘em drown! (Pre-Chorus) Do your Fuckin job—yeah, we’re watching you sweat, While the clock’s ticking down on the promises you forget. Do your Fuckin job—don’t you dare look away, We’re the fire in the streets, and we’re coming your way! (Chorus) Centrist Democrats, where’s your Fuckin spine? You sold us out one vote at a time! Talk that talk, but you walk with shame, Playing slow-pitch politics while we burn in flames! (Verse 2) You call it compromise, we call it betrayal, While the system stays rigged, and the people stay jailed. Healthcare’s a right, but you whisper, “Not yet,” As the corporate greed strings tighten your neck! Climate’s on fire, and you pass the buck, Counting pennies while the Earth’s out of luck. You keep the "status quo" like it’s your holy grail, But your holy’s just a hole, and it’s doomed to fail! (Pre-Chorus) Do your Fuckin job—hear the people demand, Not a photo-op handshake, but a helping hand! Do your Fuckin job—it’s the line in the sand, This is your last chance, do you Fuckin understand? (Chorus) Centrist Democrats, where’s your Fuckin pride? We’re drowning in the flood while you enjoy the ride! Lip service kings with a spineless throne, Step the fuck up or we’ll tear it down alone! (Bridge) (Spoken, over a heavy breakdown) “You say progress takes time? We don’t have it. You say patience? We’ve surpassed it. People dying, homes destroyed, futures stolen— And you smile for the camera like the fight’s not urgent?” (Breakdown) Tick-tock, motherfuckin, time’s running out! We’re done being quiet, now we’re gonna shout! From the streets to the polls, hear the battle cry, It’s your last Fuckin warning—do your job or goodbye! (Chorus – Extended) Centrist Democrats, your excuses are dead, We’re the voice in your ear, the storm in your head! Stop bending the knee, stop licking the boot, It’s revolution time—yeah, we’re coming for you! (Outro) Do your Fuckin job or step the fuck down, This ain’t a request, it’s a call-out sound. The people are the power, the system’s a fraud, Centrist Democrats, fear the wrath of God!