Verse 1 I got the board I wanted, Pulled up a shiny chair, Muted all the microphones So nobody could air That tiny little thought like, “Hey… maybe this is wrong?” But history’s a suggestion If you’re confident and strong. They said it’s law, it’s sacred, A memorial set in stone, But stones look real adjustable When you’re ruling from a throne. So I cleared my throat politely, Said, “This won’t take very long— Let’s just add a little something… And put my name before John.” Chorus Put my name first, just ahead of Kennedy, Sounds a little better when it leads, you see. It’s still his center… technically… I’m just improving history. Put my name first, it’s a modest little tweak, What’s a monument if it doesn’t speak About the greatest ever, obviously? Just put my name first. Simple. Easy. Verse 2 Someone tried to raise a hand, But strangely couldn’t speak, Said later on the internet, “I wasn’t heard this week.” Another voice said, “This ain’t legal, This ain’t how this is done,” You can’t rename Lincoln’s statue Or out-rank Kennedy’s son. But laws are like the arts now, Flexible at best, Especially if you’re grading them And you gave yourself the test. Free expression’s overrated When it doesn’t clap on cue, History’s much friendlier When it’s rewritten by you. Chorus Put my name first, just ahead of Kennedy, It rolls off the tongue so pleasantly. It’s not erasing, it’s enhancing—see? A branding opportunity. Put my name first, right before the past, Because legacies should move fast When the ego’s strong and the vote’s been cast. Just put my name first. Don’t overthink it. Bridge (spoken, cheerful, unsettling) Now some folks call it censorship. Some folks call it control. I call it housekeeping… For the American soul. Verse 3 Artists whisper in the lobby, Comedians watch their tone, Journalists take notes like They’re trespassing in their own home. A niece says, “This is dangerous,” Another says, “This is wrong,” You don’t need applause or laughter, Or the truth behind the scene— Just a vote, a mute button, And a plaque that gleams. Final Chorus Put my name first, just ahead of Kennedy, Ahead of law, ahead of memory. It’s not about the building, see— It’s about immortality. Put my name first, before the fallen and the brave, Before the things we tried to save, Because nothing says “freedom” quite the same As choosing silence And engraving your name. Outro It’s still a center. Still got a stage. Just fewer voices… And a lot more name. My name is first, all other names come after.
