[Intro]
Rain taps hard on the kitchen glass
Blue lights crawl where the night buses pass
A red sign flickers above the street
Another cold month, nothing left to eat

[Verse 1]
Mara drops her keys beside the sink
Fourteen hours and no time to think
Hospital shoes soaked through at the heel
Rent went up, but the wages stood still
Two final notices, stamped in red
Cheap black coffee, no time for bed
The minister smiles from the television
Speaking of strength from a guarded position

[Pre-Chorus]
He says we all must sacrifice
But no one asks him for the price
The heating coughs, the hallway shakes
Another promise bends and breaks

[Chorus]
Bills on the table, boots in the hall
They take from the many and toast to us all
Bills on the table, names in a file
The rich sleep warm just a few streets away
We work, we bleed, we carry the weight
Bills on the table while they guard the gate

[Verse 2]
Jonah keeps an old work card
From the rusted plant behind the yard
The company changed its flag and name
Then shipped the work and dodged the blame
Nadia rides through freezing rain
Past campaign boards and a midnight train
Tom kicks bottles under the bridge
Where tents press close to the concrete ridge

[Pre-Chorus]
Different doors and different names
The same cold rooms, the same rigged games
They tell us who deserves the blame
While every landlord does the same

[Chorus]
Bills on the table, boots in the hall
They take from the many and toast to us all
Bills on the table, names in a file
The rich sleep warm just a few streets away
We work, we bleed, we carry the weight
Bills on the table while they guard the gate

[Instrumental Break]
The factory rhythm still pounds in our heads
Steel-string feedback and marching floor toms

[Bridge]
At the corner bar after closing time
Five tired faces and a broken sign
No speeches yet, no grand design
Just borrowed cigarettes and borrowed time
Mara says, “We cannot live this way”
Jonah looks down, but he does not turn away

[Build-up]
One unpaid bill
One shuttered floor
One darkened flat
Then ten more

[Final Chorus]
Bills on the table, hands on the wall
We know now the pressure is touching us all
Bills on the table, truth in the light
They gave us each other to blame every night
But the hands that carry and clean and create
Are stronger together than guards at the gate
Bills on the table—we know what they cost
The city keeps counting the people it lost

[Outro]
Rain on the window
Red on the page
Five strangers listening
To the same quiet rage