Up north across the quiet line, they played a subtle game, A sidekick in the shadow, never taking any blame. Living by the border of an empire strong and wide, Reaping all the benefits while staying tucked aside. Their trucks rolled down our highways, free and clear without a care, While our goods met with walls and gates, a system so unfair. (Chorus) Like a cousin living next door, dining free upon your dime, Acting haughty and superior, pretending all the time. Masking jealousy in polish, hiding under polite speech, Careful not to poke the giant just beyond their reach. A parasite surviving where the host has turned its head, Living off the energy that keeps the neighbor fed. (Verse 2) For decades in the background, keeping low beneath the radar, Claiming moral high ground while the host worked that much harder. A soft utopian bubble built on someone else’s spine, Feeding on the freedom of the southern borderline. Now the curtains have been pulled away, the quiet game is done, Carney stepped into the ring and walked into the sun. (Chorus) Like a cousin living next door, dining free upon your dime, Acting haughty and superior, pretending all the time. Masking jealousy in polish, hiding under polite speech, Careful not to poke the giant just beyond their reach. A parasite surviving where the host has turned its head, Living off the energy that keeps the neighbor fed. (Bridge) Now they’re drafted center stage to wage an open war, And reality is swinging like a heavy two-by-four. A desperate puppet pulled along by shadows in the deep, Sent to break a rising spirit that they cannot keep asleep. Hoping they could strike a blow against the Trump campaign, Betting all their chips upon a phantom in the rain. (Guitar Solo / Interlude) (Verse 3) The socialist delusion crumbles down into the dust, When the host awakes and looks at what became of all that trust. You cannot build an island when you live upon the graft, Now the storm has broken and it’s shattering the raft. Every move they’re making only speeds the final fall, Writing out their own demise against the border wall. (Outro) The sidekick stepped out in the light, And picked the wrong side of the fight. The host woke up, the bill has come, The silence turns into a drum. The curtain drops, the illusion breaks— Reality is what awakes.
