(Verse 1)
There was a time we had a deal,
You work hard, the country'd feel
A duty to the folks who paved the way.
From factory lines to nurses' floors,
We built this land, we fought their wars—
But now they treat our lives like they don’t pay.

(Pre-Chorus)
Grandma's counting pills and praying rent gets paid,
While billionaires just float away in gold-stitched shades...

(Chorus)
This is the death of the social contract,
Signed in sweat, torn by a billionaire’s pact.
They raise their glass while the hospitals close,
Our elders fall and nobody knows.
Is this the country we swore to defend—
Or the end of the dream, my friend?

(Verse 2)
They sold our safety for stock exchange,
Turned nursing homes into a hunger game.
Medicaid’s the line between life and death.
But now the greedy want it gone—
To fuel a yacht, to fund a con—
And leave us gasping for our final breath.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say the market knows what’s right and true,
But it don’t care for me or you...

(Chorus)
This is the death of the social contract,
Where the rich write laws and never look back.
Our seniors weep while the tycoons cheer,
The dream we shared is disappearing here.
Will we fight, or just pretend—
As they bring this promise to an end?

(Bridge)
And don’t tell me this is politics,
It’s human lives, it’s dirty tricks—
It's grandma's meds, it's baby's cries,
It's choosing food or staying alive.
This isn’t left, this isn’t right—
It’s wrong, and we must stand and fight.

(Final Chorus)
This is the death of the social contract,
But we can rise and take it all back.
We are the many, they are the few,
We built this nation—we'll build it anew.
It’s not too late to rise again,
To draw that line and say: THIS ENDS.

The Hartmann Report

The Death of the Social Contract