[Verse 1] Kicked the marble doors wide open, skipped the security line Brought five crystal glasses and the vintage ninety-nine Reporters camping by the gates, drones buzzing in the sky Like vultures waiting for the bloody spectacle to die Look at you two brooding behind the bulletproof glass Watching the headlines dragging your names through the trash One framed by a stolen tape, the other trading shame for grace Jumping straight into the crossfire just to shield his lover's face [Pre-Chorus] The boardrooms are in panic, the contracts hit the shredder The whole world acts like judges, thinking they are so much better Let them burn their moral altars, let the share prices dive We’ve got enough private islands to keep this whole tribe alive [Chorus] Pour the liquor heavy, drown the sirens down the hill If the throne is turning toxic, brother, burn it at your will They bought your privacy for clicks, you paid them back in fire Now let them choke upon the dust of their righteous empire Whether you take the crown or leave the game behind the dust Whatever hell you’re walking through, brother, you still have us! [Verse 2] So you threw a Molotov into the public eye Turned a scandal to a weapon, watched the hyenas cry Was it crazy? Absolutely. But it kept him in the clear And if anyone talks shit, well, they can deal with us right here We’ll buy out their media houses, or smash the cameras in the street Either way, nobody makes our family admit defeat If this golden city suffocates the air you need to breathe Pack the private jet tonight, we’ll laugh and watch them grieve [Bridge] (A heavy clink of crystal glasses, relaxed, low chuckles) "Hey... they're saying our reputation is permanently ruined." "Ruined? Who gives a damn about their opinion? Drink up. We’ve already bought the quiet villa by the sea." [Chorus] Pour the liquor heavy, drown the sirens down the hill If the throne is turning toxic, brother, burn it at your will They bought your privacy for clicks, you paid them back in fire Now let them choke upon the dust of their righteous empire Whether you take the crown or leave the game behind the dust Whatever hell you’re walking through, brother, you still have us! [Outro] Five silhouettes laughing as the penthouse lights go low Let the vultures starve to death in their pathetic little show Step down from the circus, breathe the ocean breeze tonight You’ve got each other’s hands And you’ve got us To hold the line.
