40 years in office With nothing to show for it. They don’t retire. They metastasize. So now... we operate— Enter Mitch — Kentucky's king, Wanted corporations to pull the strings. Citizens United turned free speech to a fee, Now oligarchs speak more than me. You can't win without a million checks, Or some guilty donor with a savior complex. You think you’re free? Try running clean. Without a billionaire, you're off the screen. They’ll fund your campaign, to control your vote, And make you champion laws that they wrote. You get elected, to sell your spine, To sell out your fellow man and toe the party line. If you can raise millions, you stay in play— Or you lose the seat and fade away. Red tie, blue tie — same suit, same bribe, Bought by the lobby, they sell off their tribe. You think your rep can shift the tide? Not while their sponsors choose their side. New blood! New names! Or the country goes down in flames No more lifers, no more kings— Just one term, then clip their wings. They take your tax, invest in war, Take the bribes, ignore oaths they swore. You beg for rights—they pass a bill To keep their donors safe and still. They say they care. They say they tried. Then raise their glass to toast their dream that died. Your vote is not a prayer. It’s a weapon. Use it like one. (New blood…) (New blood…) New blood… Red tie, blue tie — same suit, same bribe, Bought by the lobby, they sell off their tribe. You think your rep can shift the tide? Not while their sponsors choose their side. New blood! New fight! Drain the throne in broad daylight. Red or blue, if they’ve sold out— Primary hard and throw ‘em out. One term max. That’s the pact. No more rot. Take it back. They get one shot, and that's the test: Serve the people or confess. If they sell out, straight to a prison cell— Drag their names through a media bombshell. But if they fight before the bribes seep in, We keep the progress, we start to win. No career to chase, no game to play— Just work or burn. The only way. Red tie, blue tie — same suit, same bribe, Bought by the lobby, they sell off their tribe. New blood! New names! Or the country goes down in flames. The same people writing the laws Own the companies profiting off your pain. Career politicians are a virus that lets them, And we’re the fever breaking. Vote! Cut! Heal! Repeat! One term max. That’s the pact. If you sell us out — we take it back.
