Not His House (We the People’s Ballad)
When your blueprint rewrites the story of a nation’s thread, We the People rise up — this is our house instead!
[Intro]
“This isn’t your house, Mr. Trump.
It never was.
It’s ours — the people’s.”
[Verse 1]
He rolled in with a wrecking ball of gold,
Said this old house needed his brand-new mold,
Tore down the East Wing while the flags still flew,
“Zero cost to taxpayers!” — yeah, we heard that too.
He calls it his ballroom, his legacy’s stage,
But the walls belong to every generation, every age,
We watched the jackhammer singing through our history’s page.
[Chorus]
This is our house — not his house, we the people say,
You can’t swing a wrecking ball and call it a makeover play.
When your blueprint rewrites the story of a nation’s thread,
We the People rise up — this is our house instead!
[Verse 2]
While soldiers wait, while children dream of better days,
He’s counting chandeliers in a ballroom craze.
Calling it “modernization,” with bulletproof glass and gold,
But the heart of the place is being bought and sold.
Heritage whispers, the columned halls cry,
The bulldozer laughs as the people sigh.
[Bridge]
Oh, the metaphor’s tragic, can’t you see?
A house built for all, turned into vanity.
He says, “My favorite building” — you oughta pause,
When “We the People” fades beneath applause.
[Chorus]
This is our house — not his house, we the people shout!
You can’t build your ego palace while the country’s lights go out.
You hammer down our legacy to hang your name in gold —
But we rise up, reclaim the story that’s been ours since old!
[Outro]
Bring your wrecking ball, bring your marble floors,
We’ll haunt those gilded halls with a thousand roars:
It isn’t yours alone — this flag, this porch, this door —
It’s ours, it’s ours, it’s ours...
Forevermore.