[*Spoken Text*]
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS.......
[Verse]
Clock hands frozen, Capitol's a ghost town
Paychecks vanish, families toast now
Empty fridge, hunger pangs echo loud
Imports stalled, tariffs stack a shroud
Taxes climb, wallets thin, veins dry
Officials in suits just blink and sigh
Kids asking "why?", mouths to feed
Government's stuck, greed plants the seed
[Chorus]
It's the Shutdown Round, where the food runs out
Where the cries get drowned, and the debts compound
It’s the Shutdown Round, ain’t no checks inbound
Tell me who holds ground when the system’s down
[Verse 2]
Factories halt, export dreams implode
Farmers pray for rain, but tariffs erode
Mamas ration rice, stretch the bread thin
Daddies on the grind, but the odds don’t bend
Public cries, headlines sell the fear
Promised solutions disappear each year
Leaders sit high, dining on roast
While the working-class folks scrape burnt toast
[Prechorus]
Shutdown, shutdown, spinning in a loop
Families in the trenches, eating hope as soup
[*Pause* - (music melody, Drumroll)]
[Verse]
Clock hands frozen, Capitol's a ghost town
Paychecks vanish, families toast now
Empty fridge, hunger pangs echo loud
Imports stalled, tariffs stack a shroud
Taxes climb, wallets thin, veins dry
Officials in suits just blink and sigh
Kids asking "why?", mouths to feed
Government's stuck, greed plants the seed
[Chorus]
It's the Shutdown Round, where the food runs out
Where the cries get drowned, and the debts compound
It’s the Shutdown Round, ain’t no checks inbound
Tell me who holds ground when the system’s down
[Verse 2]
Factories halt, export dreams implode
Farmers pray for rain, but tariffs erode
Mamas ration rice, stretch the bread thin
Daddies on the grind, but the odds don’t bend
Public cries, headlines sell the fear
Promised solutions disappear each year
Leaders sit high, dining on roast
While the working-class folks scrape burnt toast
[Prechorus]
Shutdown, shutdown, spinning in a loop
Families in the trenches, eating hope as soup
THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS.....
MCREV
