Chorus
Raise up the flag, it’s the end of an era
Beneath the old red, white, and the blue
Thunder rolls on through the empty chambers
20-28 election ahead, we the people, what are we gonna do?
January 20-29, the last american president's term begins
elected or appointed, nobody knows,
but something must happen as anxiety grows
Post-Chorus
Whoa, what ya gonna do
Whoa-oh, the end is near
Verse 2
Stirring old dust, cities violet yet homes are ringing silent
Echoes of speeches spoken in cherished marbled halls
A pen left lying on the presidents desk won't write
an anthem sung with the heart of the people
Revelation unfolds as every nation is uptight
Pre-Chorus
History unfolds as we gain revelation of God's final letter
And every soldier bows their head looking up to salute again
From the plains out west to Atlantic weather
Something’s gone that can’t be said, insurrection plays it's final hand
chorus
20-28 election ahead, we the people, what are we gonna do?
January 20-29, the last american president's term begins
elected or appointed, nobody knows,
but something must happen as anxiety grows
Post-Chorus
Whoa, what ya gonna do
Whoa-oh, the end is near
January 20-29, the last american presidents term begins
elected or appointed, nobody knows,
but something must happen as anxiety grows
Post-Chorus
Whoa, what ya gonna do
Oh, crown the American King
Whoa-oh, the end is near
Revelation is now here!
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