(Folk-rock with a driving beat and sharp lyrics) [Verse 1] They gave us headlines 'bout balloons in the sky, But the names in the book? Just left high and dry. They locked the door, tossed the key in the mist — Now we all just ask, “Where’s the list?” [Chorus] Pam Blondie’s on Fox with a wink and a spin, Talkin’ ‘bout crime while the devils still grins. "Justice!" she cries with a clenched little fist, But somehow, she never released Epstien's list. [Verse 2] Dan Bongino’s got a mic and a million views, But when it comes to the names, he just hits snooze. He rants and he raves like he’s certainly pissed, But when push comes to names, he don’t even exist. [Bridge] Kash Patel, oh where did he go? Said he had truth but it’s all for show. They all bark loud ‘bout the Deep State twist, Yet they vanish like ghosts when you mention the list. [Chorus] Pam Blondie’s still there with that patriotic glare, Talkin’ 'bout woke while the monsters still stare. “Drain the swamp!” — yeah, you get the gist. But they built their careers on releasing the list. [Verse 3] They run the courts, they run the wars, They sit in seats behind closed doors. They fly private jets, toast champagne and tryst — While we get crumbs, they bury the list. [Outro] So next time they scream 'bout "truth and resist," Ask 'em one thing: "Where the hell is the list?"
