[Intro]
[Clean guitar plays the descending motif slowly over brushed snare]

[Verse 1]
Rainwater pools in cardboard folds,
Blue ink runs where the night turned cold.
"NO CROWNS" lies by the courthouse wall,
Street sweepers wait and give us it all.

[Chorus]
See You in the Streets when the sirens return,
When another gold stage finds something to burn.
We may leave on blistered feet,
This is not goodbye: See You in the Streets.

[Verse 2]
Elena sleeps in the back of her van,
Medical tape wrapped in her hand.
The clerk keeps the burned page under her coat,
My uncle keeps red cloth torn from his throat.

[Chorus]
See You in the Streets when the sirens return,
When another gold stage finds something to burn.
We may leave on blistered feet,
This is not goodbye: See You in the Streets.

[Verse 3]
No statue raised, no victory signed,
The rich kept towers, guards held the line.
But numbers are written on palms and receipts,
We know which diner stays open for heat.

[Bridge]
Victory is not one headline at dawn,
Not one broken crown or ruler withdrawn.
It lives when the tired still make room,
And silence refuses to become a throne.

[Instrumental]
[Clean guitar gains distortion as the rhythm changes from brushes to full sticks]

[Final Chorus]
See You in the Streets when the sirens return,
With records, warm coffee, and truth held firm.
No cult owns tomorrow, no king owns the beat,
We are still here. See You in the Streets.

[Outro]
[Small gang chorus over the upward-resolving three-note motif]

Get some sleep.
Next week.