[Intro] Click of the ticker, clang of the chain Numbers fall down like industrial rain Click of the ticker, clang of the chain Somebody profits when workers feel pain [Verse] They raise the tariffs like flags in the smoke Tell the whole crowd it is strength when they choke Factories wait with the lights half-dead A worker counts coins by the side of his bed Ships sit silent in a harbor queue Every steel crate has a family too She interviews men by the loading bay Who lost their week to a headline play [Pre-Chorus] They call it pressure They call it might But the table is empty At dinner tonight [Chorus] Trade War Hymn, sing it through the wire Rich men clap while the warehouses tire Trade War Hymn, beat it on the drum Every market threat makes the poor go numb No worker wins when the kings compete Only dust and debt in the factory heat [Verse] A minister shouts from a glowing stage The crowd gets fed on a diet of rage He says the nation will rise again While prices cut deep into ordinary men The journalist walks where the forklifts sleep Past pallets stacked like promises cheap She hears a mother on the phone say wait The rent is early and the paycheck is late [Pre-Chorus] They call it winning They call it pride But hunger is quiet And standing outside [Chorus] Trade War Hymn, sing it through the wire Rich men clap while the warehouses tire Trade War Hymn, beat it on the drum Every market threat makes the poor go numb No worker wins when the kings compete Only dust and debt in the factory heat [Interlude] Raise the price Lower the wage Write the threat Turn the page Raise the price Lower the wage We are not fuel For your stage [Bridge] Every sanction has a kitchen light Every blocked route has a sleepless night Every proud speech in a capital hall Turns into silence when the paychecks fall She writes from the plant where the old fans turn Machines get cold and the headlines burn In the war of trade where the powerful sing The worker is always the offering [Breakdown] Not our war Not our debt Not our hunger Not your bet [Build-up] Not our war Not our debt Not our hunger Not your bet Stop the hymn Break the chain No more profit Built on pain [Chorus] Trade War Hymn, sing it through the wire Rich men clap while the warehouses tire Trade War Hymn, beat it on the drum Every market threat makes the poor go numb No worker wins when the kings compete Only dust and debt in the factory heat [Outro] Click of the ticker, clang of the chain Numbers fall down like industrial rain The hymn gets weaker, the workers rise No market can bury the truth in their eyes