Flags in the lens, dust in the teeth, cameras riding shotgun A podium prayer, a practiced grin, said “we’re here for someone” They wrote “liberation” on the banner, ink still wet with deals While the map got carved in quiet rooms where nothing human heals We kicked in the door with a hymn on our lips, with a sermon and a seal But the numbers don’t lie, they just hide in plain sight—barrels make it real Hear that choir of engines, hear that righteous drum They sell it as a rescue when the invoices come Say “freedom and democracy,” like it’s sacred and true— But every promise has a price, and it’s paid in crude You fucked around; you found out— (chant it!) Thought we wouldn’t bring the smoke— Now you choke (on the lies you wrote) Freedom thunder roars— (but who’s it for?) You fucked around; you found out— Wave that flag, cite that legal code— “Bringing Democracy” in bold… Paid in that black gold... They bragged about a “stealth radar,” said it sees through night and rain A paper shield, a showroom myth—went blind when thunder came The sky lit up with polished speeches, the ground shook with the truth Frontline armored battalion turned to scrap, steel prayers, broken proof And every street we “saved” went quiet—shops shuttered, mothers staring through We don’t print those faces in the press, we just roll the cameras—move Hear that choir of engines, hear that righteous drum They sell it as a rescue when the invoices come Say “freedom and democracy,” like it’s sacred and true— But every promise has a price, and it’s paid in crude You fucked around; you found out— Thought we wouldn’t bring the smoke— Now you choke (on the lies you wrote) Freedom thunder roars— (but who’s it for?) You fucked around; you found out— “Bringing Democracy” in bold… Paid in that black gold... Call it peace when the sirens moan, make new laws when the markets groan Call it “hope” when the night turns green, when the convoy rolls back in We don’t need another slogan, we don’t need another script— If freedom’s just a flag on a tank, then freedom’s counterfeit Freedom ain’t free— (it’s billed, it’s owed) Freedom ain’t free— (it’s bought, and sold) Freedom ain’t free— (it’s paid in that black gold) You fucked around; you found out— Thought we wouldn’t bring the smoke— Now you choke (on the lies you wrote) Freedom thunder roars— (but who’s it for?) You fucked around; you found out— Wave that flag, cash that code— “Democracy” in bold… paid in oil You fucked around; you found out— (one more time!) Freedom thunder roars— (and the truth won’t fold) “Democracy” in bold… paid in......that black gold... If this is freedom… why does it taste like gasoline?
