The Gavel, The Coin, and The Rate

The autumn air blows down the Mall, a chill is on the stone Inside the Capitol, a man now stands alone The gavel falls, a bitter sound, a promise come undone A Florida man named Matt Gaetz said Kevin's race was run For the first time in a hundred years, the chamber's in a fight They tore the Speaker's mantle down in the fading evening light Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old, though the names are new today

Of power won and power lost along the King's Highway The headlines scream a brand new tune, but I've heard this song before Of shifting thrones and empty words outside the poor man's door Down in New York, the court is sat, the suits are sharp and pressed They speak of digital gold and a trust put to the test A young man with a mop of hair, they call him SBF Stands trial for a house of cards, with nothing of it left

From penthouse suites in paradise to a stark and lonely room He sold a dream of easy wealth that met a sudden doom Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old, though the names are new today Of power won and power lost along the King's Highway The headlines scream a brand new tune, but I've heard this song before Of shifting thrones and empty words outside the poor man's door And the grocer's price keeps climbing up, the gas pump gives you pain

Jerome Powell says he'll hold the line through sunshine and through rain He turns the screw to slow the flow of money, fast and cheap While the promises the leaders made are promises they can't keep Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old, though the names are new today Of power won and power lost along the King's Highway The headlines scream a brand new tune, but I've heard this song before Of shifting thrones and empty words outside the poor man's door