Two Thousand Dollar Bribe (Ain’t Buyin’ My Soul)
He can wave them checks, but I ain’t blind —My soul ain’t for sale, not for no Trump dime.
[Verse 1]
He’s standin’ on a gold stage, grinnin’ ear to ear,
Sayin’ “Here’s two grand, folks — now vote for me next year.”
Calls it a “dividend,” bless his crooked heart,
But you can’t buy back a country that’s been torn apart.
[Chorus]
Two thousand dollar bribe, and he’s callin’ it love,
Rainin’ dirty money from the heavens above.
He can wave them checks, but I ain’t blind —
My soul ain’t for sale, not for no Trump dime.
[Verse 2]
He says the stock’s up, the debt’s goin’ down,
While his rich friends laugh and the rest drown.
He’s got judges, oil men, talk shows too,
Now he wants to buy me — well, good luck, dude.
[Chorus]
Two thousand dollar bribe, and he’s callin’ it change,
But it smells like the same ol’ con in a different frame.
You can’t buy truth, and you can’t buy pride —
Keep your check, Don, I ain’t on your side.
[Bridge – spoken or sung low]
Maybe you can buy Fox, maybe you can buy the court,
But democracy ain’t some backroom sport.
You can’t cash a conscience, you can’t pawn the dream,
No matter how gold your grift may seem.
[Final Chorus]
Two thousand dollar bribe, and he’s callin’ it hope,
But freedom ain’t a paycheck or a slippery rope.
You can buy your jets, you can buy your lies —
But you can’t buy America, no matter how hard you try.
[Tagline – spoken, gritty fade-out]
“Nice try, Don… but I don’t take checks from crooks.”