Lyrics

At the big White House near the edge of the swamp
The boss man’s throwin’ a victory romp
Said he’d drain the swamp, send the varmints away
But worse ones marched in on that very same day

He lines up the faces that nod on cue
Blind to the lives they’re marching through
No compass to guide, no truth they’ll defend
Just lockstep feet ‘til the bitterest end

But the streets still sing and the truth still flies
Past the midnight watch and the guarded lies
From the mill towns’ hum to the ocean’s roar
We’ll rise again and we’ll close that door

We’ve seen the fields burned black as night
We’ve walked through gates with no light in sight
But the voice in the wind says, “Stand, don’t kneel
What’s broken can mend, what’s false can heal”

And we’ll stand, though the night is long
We’ll hold fast, ‘til the break of dawn
You can bind our hands, but you can’t bind our will
And the fire in our hearts is burning still