[Intro]
They smile for the cameras, they polish the frame
But the cuffs tell stories they never would name
Crowd, let me see you
If you know what it costs
When the rich draw maps
And the poor get lost

[Verse]
Suits with blood on the cuffs, white shirts clean
Gold watch shining on a war machine
Press room calm, but the numbers don’t lie
Every contract signed got a mother’s cry
They say peace with a handshake, profit with a grin
Then they sell both sides and call it discipline
Flags in the background, eyes on the stock
While the whole world shakes to the tick of the clock

[Pre-Chorus]
Who sold the fire
They did
Who wrote the bill
They did
Who paid the price
We did
Who had enough
We did

[Chorus]
Suits with blood on the cuffs, don’t hide from the light
We see every shadow that you drag through the night
Suits with blood on the cuffs, hear the crowd get loud
You can buy the headline but you can’t buy the crowd
Suits with blood on the cuffs, every lie gets named
Every clean little speech gonna walk through flame
Suits with blood on the cuffs, let the brass band cry
No more pretty words for the way people die

[Verse]
They got think tanks thinking how to sell us more fear
Got a fresh new enemy every election year
Got the charts, got the polls, got the perfect disguise
But the truth got fingerprints under the lies
One hand signs peace, one hand feeds war
One hand knocks on a locked poor door
Then they talk about order from a balcony seat
While the hungry find rhythm with stones in the street

[Pre-Chorus]
Who sold the fire
They did
Who wrote the bill
They did
Who paid the price
We did
Who had enough
We did

[Chorus]
Suits with blood on the cuffs, don’t hide from the light
We see every shadow that you drag through the night
Suits with blood on the cuffs, hear the crowd get loud
You can buy the headline but you can’t buy the crowd
Suits with blood on the cuffs, every lie gets named
Every clean little speech gonna walk through flame
Suits with blood on the cuffs, let the brass band cry
No more pretty words for the way people die

[Interlude]
Brass blow heavy
Drums stay steady
Crowd say never
We stay ready

[Breakdown]
Name that deal
Name that plane
Name that profit
Name that pain
Name that suit
Name that lie
Name that reason
People die

[Build-up]
From the front to the back, let the rhythm accuse
Every hand in the air got nothing to lose
From the left to the right, let the bassline rise
We put truth on the stage and fire in the skies

[Chorus]
Suits with blood on the cuffs, don’t hide from the light
We see every shadow that you drag through the night
Suits with blood on the cuffs, hear the crowd get loud
You can buy the headline but you can’t buy the crowd
Suits with blood on the cuffs, every lie gets named
Every clean little speech gonna walk through flame
Suits with blood on the cuffs, let the brass band cry
No more pretty words for the way people die

[Outro]
Wipe your hands, but the stain won’t move
Hide your face, but the bass got proof
Crowd still shouting as the stage lights rust
Suits with blood on the cuffs
