Leakin’ war plans from a burner phone,
Pentagon boys playin’ games alone.
Whiskey breath and a bloodstained tie,
Talkin’ nukes on Signal like it ain’t no lie.
Bureaucrats dumber than a bag o' bricks,
Tryna flex power with a bag full o’ tricks.
Drunk off pride, high on fear,
They spillin’ secrets like they sippin’ beer.
[Chorus]
Oh, they singin' ‘bout freedom, while they chainin’ our hands,
Dancin’ in D.C. on stolen land.
Truth’s a ghost in a cracked rearview,
And the devil got a desk job in red, white, and blue.
This here’s the Signalgate serenade,
Where the liars get rich, and the good folk fade.
[Verse 2]
Steel-toed lies on a concrete floor,
Snitches in suits behind every door.
They ain't protectin’ us, they plottin’ war,
While we eatin’ dirt, just tryin’ to score.
Sold my soul to keep the lights on dim,
God said, “Son, don’t trust in them.”
But hell, the rent’s late, and the news all fake,
Ain’t nothin’ sacred they won’t try to take.
[Chorus]
Yeah, they preachin’ ‘bout honor, while they gut the land,
Burnin’ up the truth with a red hot brand.
We the broke and the beaten, still payin’ dues,
While the Capitol's lit with a billionaire’s fuse.
This here’s the Signalgate serenade,
Where the wolves wear ties and the sheep get played.
[Outro]
So light a smoke, pour one neat,
Play this song in the belly of the beast.
If the sky turns red and the sirens wail,
Sing it loud, let the bastards feel the trail.
This is the Signalgate serenade...
From the rustbelt rebels and the gaslit brave.