[Verse 1] Grey sky, cold stone Boots bang down on the cobblestones Radio lies in every home But the whispers cut through, “we’re not alone” Kids skip class, rip down that flag Cut out the crest, hold up the rag Old men nod like, “we remember” Wars don’t end just ’cause it’s November Crowds thicken on the tramline tracks Notes in pockets, fear in backs Students shouting, ink-stained hands “Freedom” written where the statue stands [Chorus] From Budapest to the borderline We were fire in the frozen time Bare hands vs. iron and steel But the heartbeat, that was real We were louder than the loaded guns Every street had a thousand tongues Say the year, feel the rush again ’56 lives in the blood, my friend [Verse 2] Night falls, but the city won’t sleep Church bells clash with the tanks’ slow creep Some pray soft, some curse loud Some light shots in the smoky crowd Molotov glow on the broken glass Faces ash-smeared, moving fast Every corner like a battlefield Every rumor like a spinning wheel “Minds are sharper than the metal” said The boy with a book and a bandaged head Mama at the window, candle flame Whispers “child, remember this name” [Chorus] From Budapest to the borderline We were fire in the frozen time Bare hands vs. iron and steel But the heartbeat, that was real We were louder than the loaded guns Every street had a thousand tongues Say the year, feel the rush again ’56 lives in the blood, my friend [Bridge] Some dreams got buried in the snow (oh) But roots run deep where they can’t go You can crack the stone, you can crush the rose But you can’t kill a story everybody knows So we sing in the shadow of the chain bridge lights For the ones who ran and the ones who stayed to fight Every shout, every tear that they gave that fall Is the echo in the throat of us all [Chorus] From Budapest to the borderline We were fire in the frozen time Bare hands vs. iron and steel But the heartbeat, that was real We were louder than the loaded guns Every street had a thousand tongues Say the year, feel the rush again ’56 lives in the blood, my friend

rap, Hybrid pop-rap over dramatic strings and airy synths, midtempo bounce. Verses in tight, rhythmic bars; hook lifts into melodic chant with stacked gang vocals. Punchy kick and snare underpinned by warm bass, subtle choir pads in the chorus for heroic weight. Energetic arc: tense, storytelling verses into an anthemic, shout-along chorus. Male vocals with occasional doubled lines and hype ad-libs., pop

Tanks On The Tramlines