Gothic Blonde - Budget Cuts

Описание: Gothic Blonde - Original Lyrics and Compositions by Johanez Johnston
Copyright 2025 Aberdare Multimedia

The Gothic Blondes
Lead Guitar, Piano, Cello - Johanez
Synthesizers & Keyboards - Azrielle
Drums & Percussion - Holly
Violin, Reeds & Bagpipes - Madeline
Grand Piano & additional Keyboards - HeiRan

Budget Cuts

[Intro]
I'm the ink spilling across the page.
Red to the bone, locked in this cage.
Budget Cuts, no thought behind it.
Coated in honey. they're still blinded.
Save a little time, Lose all the money.

[Verse 1]
Shell companies bloom like mold in the damp.
Cash waterfalls down through a charity’s ramp.
Clean on the exit, still stinking of crime,
They toast with champagne while ledgers climb.
Every cycle leaves ghosts in the grime.

[Chorus]
Budget Cuts, do we even care?
Cooking the books with flair.
Budget Cuts, spending restraint?
Just borrow more and add interest...
Budget Cuts, we're broke and now depressed.

[Verse 2]
Windmills spin gold for friends in the know.
Solar fields glitter on land bought for show.
Billions in credits, returns guaranteed,
By some fine print that buries the seed.
A harvest in ashes, I still call it greed.

[Chorus]
Budget Cuts, do we even care?
Cooking the books with flair.
Budget Cuts, spending restraint?
Just borrow more and add interest...
Budget Cuts, we're broke and now depressed.

[Bridge]
Hidden ledgers dripping black ink.
Behind entries of red, we blink.
Shadows crawl across the walls...
In darkened, empty, echoing halls.
They smile with lies and give a wink.

[Verse 3]
Rent check bounces, the fridge hums alone.
Kids counting change from a jar by the phone.
Lights flicker once, then surrender to dark.
Dreams sold by weight at the government mart.
We’re not falling yet… just learning to starve.

[Chorus]
Budget Cuts, do we even care?
Cooking the books with flair.
Budget Cuts, spending restraint?
Just borrow more and add interest...
Budget Cuts, we're broke and now depressed.

[Reprise]
Budget cuts, my stomach turns.
Wooden nickels, watch 'em burn.
Tossing cookies, choke on change.
What's for dinner, cold nothings?
Budget cuts, it's what we got.

[Finale]
Budget cuts, we hardly dare...
cooked the books, the cupboard's bare.
Budget cuts, it's all a joke...
Indebted forfeiture, we're still broke.
Budget Cuts, Budget Cuts, Budget Cuts.