10 billion hundred

Verse 1 Come gather round, good people, By the factory gate and rail, There’s a man who sold tomorrow In a rocket made of tales. He promised us the heavens, He promised us the stars, But he counted every heartbeat Like a coin inside a jar. Chorus Ten billion hundreds in a trillion-dollar throne, Ten billion hundreds while the hungry walk alone. He says he’ll conquer Mars, boys, He says the red dust calls, But no man owns the sunrise, No king can own us all. Verse 2 He wore the mask of genius, He spoke in prophet’s fire, But the poor were just the ashes Underneath his empire. Every lie was wrapped in lightning, Every scam was dressed in chrome, And the workers built the ladder That he climbed to sit alone. Chorus Ten billion hundreds in a trillion-dollar throne, Ten billion hundreds while the hungry walk alone. He says he’ll conquer Mars, boys, He says the red dust calls, But no man owns the sunrise, No king can own us all. Verse 3 He dreams of domes on deserts, Of servants under glass, Of flags stuck in the dead red dirt Where no poor soul can pass. But Mars don’t need a master, And Earth don’t need his chain, The future’s not a kingdom For one rich man’s name. Bridge Oh, count it by the hundred, Stack it mile on mile, Still it cannot buy forgiveness, Still it cannot purchase soul or smile. A trillion ain’t a triumph When the children bear the cost, It’s a mountain built from taking, It’s a ledger full of loss. Final Chorus Ten billion hundreds in a trillion-dollar throne, Ten billion hundreds, but he’ll never be our own. He says he’ll conquer Mars, friends, He says the red dust calls, But the people are the sunrise, And we will outlive them all. Outro So pass the song from hand to hand, From field to street to scar, The world was never his to sell, And neither is Mars.