The Ballad of the Biting Wire

Gather 'round folks, and I'll sing you the news Of a land of two colors, with much to confuse Two old men are shouting from two different stages Turning the same worn and yellowed-out pages One speaks of building and holding the line The other says fortunes are no longer thine And the flags on the lawns, they wave in the breeze For a kingdom divided by words and decrees Oh, the news of the day, it's the song of the ages The ink's barely dry on the very same pages

Of power and money, of fear and of fire Sung to the hum of the biting news wire In the halls of the Fed, they whisper a name Powell turns a great wheel in a delicate game He pushes it one way to slow down the cost Then pulls it back, fearing the futures we've lost The price of the bread, the cost of the fuel It's the common man's worry, the rich man's new tool And everyone's checking the numbers they see Praying for just a bit more to be free

Oh, the news of the day, it's the song of the ages The ink's barely dry on the very same pages Of power and money, of fear and of fire Sung to the hum of the biting news wire And a ghost in the wire, a mind made of light Learns all of our stories through day and through night They say it will help us, they say it's the key But who holds the leash is a mystery to me While out on the coast, the sky glows with dread Another red summer, the wildfire has spread

Oh, the news of the day, it's the song of the ages The ink's barely dry on the very same pages Of power and money, of fear and of fire Sung to the hum of the biting news wire