Lyrics

[Chorus]
He wants a Peace Prize — beats his war drum,
Calls it defense — but the troops still come.
Nobel, No-Bell — we ain’t fooled
You can’t win peace — with the art of the cruel.

[Verse 1]
He posted up in camo — playin’ warlord chic,
AI flames on the skyline — tryin’ to look sleek.
Deportations in the morning — he grins real wide,
But you can’t hide the fear — on the inside.

[Verse 2]

Gold-plated trophies — gotta feed his shelf,
Writes his own medals — hands ’em to himself.
But Nobel ain’t buyin’ — the world won’t cheer,
You can shout down reason — but the truth won’t disappear.

[Bridge]
Peace ain’t a crown — it ain’t bought in a store,
It ain’t signed in gold — in the Department of War.
You can chant “strong man” — but the crowd knows weak,
’Cause freedom don’t bow — to a tyrant’s streak.

[Chorus Repeat]