Blood on the Governor’s Shoes

Soft light on the capitol stairs

Tie straight, little stain on the cufflink

Smile sharp, signing bills with a flourish

But his hands still smell like the river last spring

Lust in the linen of a backroom office

Lipstick ghost on a crystal glass

He laughs at the laws that he’s busy passing

Says, “Order in the court,” then he hides the past (yeah)

Blood on the governor’s shoes

He walks like he never knew

Paper crowns, dirty hands

All that power, built on sand

We light a match to the fuse

Watch the mansion shake and move

If justice ain’t coming through

We’ll paint the truth on his suit (hey!)

Midnight, mischief in a black sedan

Hearts on his sleeve, but they’re all on camera

Campaign cash in a paper bag

He’s humming old hymns in a borrowed banda

One wrong turn in a quiet cul-de-sac

Accident, accident, that’s what he swears

But the red on the road had a wedding ring

Now it’s red on the rugs on his private stairs (ooh)

Blood on the governor’s shoes

He walks like he never knew

Paper crowns, dirty hands

All that power, built on sand

We light a match to the fuse

Watch the mansion shake and move

If justice ain’t coming through

We’ll paint the truth on his suit

Turn up at the gates, we’re loud

Every hush gets drowned by the crowd

“Come out, king, feel the choir you wrote”

Your name in lights on a protest poster

Lust for truth, not the lies you sell

We’re done buying your bedtime spell

You can bury one body, two

But you can’t bury all our view (no way)

Blood on the governor’s shoes

He walks like he never knew

Paper crowns, dirty hands

All that power, built on sand

We light a match to the fuse

Watch the mansion shake and move

If justice ain’t coming through

We’ll carve the truth in your suit (yeah)

Blood on the governor’s shoes

And we’re coming for you