Tariff Man by Roger

Verse 1
Tariff Man, Tariff Man,
Sells you dreams with a sleight of hand,
Built on gold that crumbles to sand,
Still swears he’s got the upper hand.

Chorus
I've just seen the future,
And it's not America,
No, it's not America,
Lost in the fog of a crooked plan.

Verse 2
Convicted felon and bankrupt twice,
Carved his name on the sacrifice,
Turns his shame into branded pride,
Sings his praise while the truth’s denied.

Chorus
I've just seen the future,
And it's not America,
No, it's not America,
Tangled in lies and sleight of hand.

Verse 3
Tariff Man with the shining grin,
Sweeping dirt where the light grows dim,
Promises wealth while the well runs dry,
Hears the truth and calls it a lie.

Chorus
I've just seen the future,
And it's not America,
No, it's not America,
Built on the dust of a broken land.

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