A Different Drum

Gather 'round friends, and a story I'll tell From the high-towered men of the Federal Reserve They speak of inflation, a fever that burns And raising the rates is the lesson we'll learn The price at the pump and the cost of the bread Weigh heavy on words that the working man said While down in the Capitol, the bickering starts 'Bout a budget that's tearing the nation apart Oh, the wheel keeps on turning, the sun comes and goes The river of history endlessly flows

A new headline printed, a story is spun But it's the same old song, just a different drum It's the same old song, sung under the sun In the valley of silicon, new gods they raise From circuits and wires in these digital days The makers of AI, they stand proud and tall 'Til the Justice Department comes making a call They talk of a trust and a power too great A new kind of king at a digital gate From the screens in our hands to the whispers we hear

The ghost of monopoly feeds on the fear Oh, the wheel keeps on turning, the sun comes and goes The river of history endlessly flows A new headline printed, a story is spun But it's the same old song, just a different drum It's the same old song, sung under the sun Out west where the sun beats a hammer of gold The land cracks and thirsts, a story of old The wildfires are waking, the power grid groans You can hear nature's warning in whispers and moans

And far 'cross the water, the diplomats meet To talk of the tariffs on some cobbled street I've seen it on parchment, I've seen it in code The same heavy burden on this winding road Oh, the wheel keeps on turning, the sun comes and goes The river of history endlessly flows A new headline printed, a story is spun But it's the same old song, just a different drum It's the same old song, sung under the sun