Fallen Islander（Trump）

Fallen Islander（Trump） St. James, the isle of sin, the truth is comin’ in You thought you buried it deep, but the roots still grow within You stand on the White House steps, holdin’ your “accomplishments” book But the pages reek of the isle, where the innocent got took Polished lies, a golden smile, but your hands are stained with mud You call it “make America great” while you feed the rotten bud They call you leader, savior, but the world sees the truth You’re just another islander, lost in the fruit of youth Prey on the weak, hide in the dark, think you’re above the law But the clock is tickin’ fast, your empire’s gonna fall Oh, fallen islander, your crown is made of rust You wave the flag, but your soul’s turned to dust No more secrets, no more lies, the walls are closin’ in The whole world’s eatin’ the fruit of your sin, sin, sin Fallen islander, your days are numbered now St. James is callin’, you can’t outrun the crowd Decay in your bones, the truth is breakin’ through You thought you were untouchable, but the world’s onto you Fallen islander, your glory’s turnin’ to ash The isle’s a tomb, and you’re the last, the last You talk of law and order, but your hands are stained with tears A daughter’s cry, a mother’s pain, you locked it all in years You sip your champagne, laugh at the ones you betrayed While the isle’s a graveyard, where the truth is laid They call you “tough guy,” “the boss,” but you’re just a rat Hidin’ in the shadows, scared to face the fact The whole world’s watchin’, the tweets, the posts, the screams Your name’s a curse, a stain on the American dreams Oh, fallen islander, your crown is made of rust You wave the flag, but your soul’s turned to dust No more secrets, no more lies, the walls are closin’ in The whole world’s eatin’ the fruit of your sin, sin, sin Fallen islander, your days are numbered now St. James is callin’, you can’t outrun the crowd Decay in your bones, the truth is breakin’ through You thought you were untouchable, but the world’s onto you Fallen islander, your glory’s turnin’ to ash The isle’s a tomb, and you’re the last, the last No more deals, no more lies, the sun’s comin’ up The isle’s no longer a safe place, your luck’s run out, cup Every whisper, every scream, every broken dream Will bury your name in the island’s cold stream You can run, you can hide, but the truth will find you fast The fallen islander, your reign is built to last… no, it’s built to crash