He stood where others knelt
No master held his lease
While silver changed all hands around
His soul remained at peace
They called him difficult, extreme
A thorn within their side
A man who read the bills he signed
What a dangerous thing, such pride
No foreign lobby bent his ear
No pac could name its price
Northern Kentucky sent an honest man
Washington drew the dice
The Donald came with all his weight
The machinery of the age
And so they broke the final hinge
That held the door of the cage
Weep not that one good man has fallen
Weep that he stood alone
That in a hall of five hundred men
One conscience held its throne
And so remember, should you trust
The ballot and the vote
Republics do not save the just
They sharpen well the throat
The mob has never crowned a saint
It only builds the pyre
And every age of self-rule ends
The same, in blood and fire.
He stood where others knelt
No master held his lease
While silver changed all hands around
His soul remained at peace
They called him difficult, extreme
A thorn within their side
A man who read the bills he signed
What a dangerous thing, such pride
No foreign lobby bent his ear
No pac could name its price
Northern Kentucky sent an honest man
Washington drew the dice
The Donald came with all his weight
The machinery of the age
And so they broke the final hinge
That held the door of the cage
Weep not that one good man has fallen
Weep that he stood *alone*
That in a hall of five hundred men
One conscience held its throne
And so remember, should you trust
The ballot and the vote
Republics do not save the just
They sharpen well the throat
The mob has never crowned a saint
It only builds the pyre
And every age of self-rule ends
The same, in blood and fire.
