

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bills on the table, stacked like bricks Paycheck bleeding through my fists Boss man laughs in a gold-plated chair Says, “Tighten your belt,” while we choke on air [Chorus] Welcome to Inflation Nation Where the rich drink blood like wine Middle class in strangulation Getting the finger, standing in line No one’s gonna save us We’re burning at the station Raise your fists in desperation Welcome to Inflation Nation [Verse 2] Gas sign climbing like a funeral pyre Cold fridge, warm fridge, cut the wire Suit with a yacht and a tax-free grin Says it’s the market, not his sin [Chorus] Welcome to Inflation Nation Where the rich drink blood like wine Middle class in strangulation Getting the finger, standing in line No one’s gonna save us We’re burning at the station Raise your fists in desperation Welcome to Inflation Nation [Bridge] They sell our hope on a late-night screen “Easy credit, live the dream” But the chain on our neck says “property” Whose freedom is this land of the free? (hey!) [Chorus] Welcome to Inflation Nation Where the rich drink blood like wine Middle class in strangulation Getting the finger, standing in line No one’s gonna save us Yeah, we’re the lost foundation Scream it out in defiance Welcome to Inflation Nation
Tags
metal, 1980s arena metal, male vocals; twin-guitar attack with palm-muted riffs in the verses, galloping bass and double-kick under a huge shout-along chorus. Vocals start gritty and mid-range, soaring to high belts on the hook, with gang vocals on key lines. Face-melting solo over a halftime breakdown in the bridge, then a final, higher-key chorus to close., rich
3:36
No
4/11/2026