[Verse 1]
They sold us colors
Little flags
Little teams
While they’re toasting in the tower
On the wreckage of our dreams
We argue over scraps
They’re writing bigger schemes
They call it law and order
I call it rigged machines
[Chorus]
This ain’t red vs blue
It’s the penthouse vs the queue
They break every rule
But we’re told to play it cool
Hands up
Eyes down
“Know your place
Don’t make a sound”
It’s the rich and the ruthless against the rest of us now
(against the rest of us now)
[Verse 2]
They lock a kid up
For a pocket full of change
Then smile on every network
While they wash away their stains
They gamble with our wages
They walk out clean again
We bleed out on the pavement
They buy the judge a pen
[Chorus]
This ain’t red vs blue
It’s the penthouse vs the queue
They break every rule
But we’re told to play it cool
Hands up
Eyes down
“Know your place
Don’t make a sound”
It’s the rich and the ruthless against the rest of us now
(we see you, we see you now)
[Bridge]
Who drew these lines in the sand?
Who said obey
Don’t ask
Who gets the cells
Who gets the stamps
On a golden first‑class pass?
If justice is blind
Why’s she reading from their script?
If we’re all on the hook
Why do they always slip?
[Chorus]
This ain’t red vs blue
It’s the penthouse vs the queue
They break every rule
But we’re told to play it cool
Hands up
Eyes down
“Know your place
Don’t make a sound”
It’s the rich and the ruthless against the rest of us now
Yeah
It’s the rich and the ruthless against the rest of us now