From the recording THE BEST OF EMY DAY
Lyrics
In a time not long ago, he stood so proud,
A man with a golden voice, a promise to the crowd,
Jobs, jobs, jobs, his rallying cry,
But as he took the throne, all the workers sighed.
Instead of lifting hands, we’re shackled by the chain,
For the millionaires, he smiles, while we endure the pain.
He’s the king of silver spoons, while money rolls on by,
But what about the dreams that amount to a goodbye?
Oh, Trump, you’ve become a defacto king,
Lying to the masses with every word you bring,
Working Americans, just pawns in the game,
While your billionaire friends, reap the glory and the fame.
We paid the price for all your empty promises,
But now we’re left with the bitter remnants of this mess.
Less workers, less payroll, the struggle’s real tonight,
More profit for your circle, while we lose the fight.
Paying more for the basics, fresh food, rent, and care,
You told us you would fix it; we’ve been left in despair.
We’re the real Americans, our hopes now dashed away,
Needing jobs, needing care, not Bitcoin to replace the day.
Each heart that's breaking cries out to the gray skies,
But Donald keeps on golfing while the city cries.
Oh, Trump, you’ve become a defacto king,
Lying to the masses with every word you bring,
Working Americans, just pawns in the game,
While your billionaire friends, reap the glory and the fame.
We paid the price for all your empty promises,
But now we’re left with the bitter remnants of this mess.
There’s all of us, and then there’s all of them,
And as soldiers die, you just play, my friend.
While the nation crumbles, you take the privilege swing,
Turning lies into profits, you wear that gilded ring.
ICE and CBP, they hassle those who stray,
But you promised us a chance—it’s slipped right away.
Could’ve had a fighting chance if you’d been a real man,
But all that’s lost on this big con man’s plan.
So here’s to the workers, the dreamers of this land,
The ones who still believe in every future plan.
We’ll rise from the ashes, reclaim what you’ve taken,
Real Americans seek hope, while your dreams lay shaken.