[Intro]
This one is for every kitchen light
Burning low at the end of the night
Every bill on the table still unpaid
Every quiet prayer that a tired heart made

[Verse]
Children of the broken bill, standing in line
For a future that got sold before its time
Lunchbox light and the winter coat thin
School roof leaks when the contracts win
Mama works doubles, daddy takes three
Grandma cuts pills into halves carefully
They say the market needs room to breathe
But the child needs shoes and a clean white sheet

[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the cost
When the cameras leave
Who holds the loss
Who learns to grieve

[Chorus]
Children of the broken bill, we say your name
You are not a number in a rich man’s game
Children of the broken bill, lift your eyes
There is still a dawn past the televised lies
Children of the broken bill, hear the choir rise
Every unpaid dream is a seed in disguise
Children of the broken bill, let the bassline heal
We turn pain into rhythm and rhythm into real

[Verse]
They bailed out towers, let the playground rust
Put a price on medicine, called it trust
Moved the jobs out, moved the blame in
Told the poor to smile through a hurricane
But a kid with a notebook can still write fire
A girl with a drumline can still lift higher
Every broken bill, every red-stamped page
Feeds the next verse, feeds the next stage

[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the cost
When the cameras leave
Who holds the loss
Who learns to grieve

[Chorus]
Children of the broken bill, we say your name
You are not a number in a rich man’s game
Children of the broken bill, lift your eyes
There is still a dawn past the televised lies
Children of the broken bill, hear the choir rise
Every unpaid dream is a seed in disguise
Children of the broken bill, let the bassline heal
We turn pain into rhythm and rhythm into real

[Interlude]
Hold the child
Hold the line
Hold the bread
Hold the time
Hold the dream
Hold it still
Children of the broken bill

[Bridge]
One day the ledger will turn around
One day the lost will inherit sound
One day the debt they wrote in our names
Will burn like paper in a people’s flame

[Breakdown]
No child forgotten
No dream denied
No home abandoned
No truth untied

[Build-up]
Let the choir stand where the cuts came through
Let the brass speak gold for the ones they knew
Let the drums hit soft, then let them climb
We are not too late and we are not out of time

[Chorus]
Children of the broken bill, we say your name
You are not a number in a rich man’s game
Children of the broken bill, lift your eyes
There is still a dawn past the televised lies
Children of the broken bill, hear the choir rise
Every unpaid dream is a seed in disguise
Children of the broken bill, let the bassline heal
We turn pain into rhythm and rhythm into real

[Outro]
Kitchen light
Midnight still
Small hand
Broken bill
Big crowd
Bigger will
Children rise
The song lives still