[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
