Who Owns America?
They’re punchin’ and postin’ and flexin’ their might,While the rest of us wonder who shut off the light.
[Verse 1]
Well I woke up this morning, turned on my screen,
Saw Trump and Musk in a Twitter war scene,
One said, “I bought the Senate!” — the other said, “So?”
“I bought the man who runs your favorite show.”
They’re punchin’ and postin’ and flexin’ their might,
While the rest of us wonder who shut off the light.
Democracy’s wheezin’ in a billionaire fog,
As Justice Roberts walks his billionaire dog.
[Chorus]
🎶 Who owns America?
Is it Bezos, Musk, or Vlad?
Who bought the Constitution
With a platinum Amex pad?
It ain’t We the People — that ship’s in distress —
It’s a yacht club cage match in a democracy mess!
Oh say can you see... we’ve been repossessed?
[Verse 2]
They dropped a bomb called Citizens United,
Now Congress is bought, bribed, and indicted.
Crypto kings and oil tycoons
Trade votes for jets and bitcoin moons.
Elon tweets, “I’m the king of the swing state!”
Trump grunts back, “You’re ten points late!”
They’re throwin' shade like Bond villains do,
While Clarence gets his yacht time too.
[Chorus]
🎶 Who owns America?
The highest Super PAC wins!
The court said "money talks" —
And now it screams through grins.
It’s red hats, blue checks, and greenbacks galore,
While we’re locked outside the Capitol store.
Oh say can you see... who they’re workin’ for?
[Bridge] (Spoken, like a sardonic preacher)
Now Louis Brandeis warned us with solemn intent:
"You can’t have democracy and a billionaire percent.”
But John Roberts said, “Nah, let’s roll the dice!”
And handed our laws to the highest price.
They said it was speech — we thought it was fraud,
Turns out bribery’s just fine if you call it “a nod.”
Now Musk gets a tax cut, Trump gets applause,
And justice gets gagged by the corporate clause.
[Verse 3]
So here we are with the world's richest feud,
Trading insults while our rights get chewed.
The deed says “America,” but it’s got some dents —
And the fine print reads “Sold to special interests.”
They’re buying elections like NFTs,
Installing crypto czars with golden keys,
And if you don’t have a billion to spare,
You’re just background noise in a rigged affair.
[Final Chorus]
🎶 Who owns America?
It ain’t mom and dad, that’s clear.
It’s billionaires in battlesuits
With rockets full of fear.
You can vote, but your voice is drowned in gold,
Unless you march, scream, fight, and be bold!
Oh say can you see... this story’s not sold!
[Outro – slow, haunting]
So grab your pen, your vote, your rights —
‘Cause oligarchs don’t own our nights.
Not yet, not all...
But we’re damn near the fall.