Come gather round people for a story at dusk
Of a hero named Jasmine and a devil named Musk
They've stormed USAID and the OMB
They don't care about you,
they don't care about me
They barred all the windows,
they bolted the doors
They're lining their pockets while stealing from yours
They'll tear it all down and expect no reprisals
They're brown shirts with laptops instead
of with rifles But we march day and night by that ugly Trump
tower They have the money, but we have the power
They turn brother against sister and mother against son
They'll never be happy, they'll never be done
They're coming for Medicare and Medicaid
They're driven by greed and they're fueled
by their hate So if you are poor or black,
trans or you're
gay They hate you, but we number many more than
they And one thing they don't know or they can't
believe We'd rather die fighting than live on our
knees So we march day and night by that ugly Trump
tower They have the money, but we have
the power