[female
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
strumming
slowly,
steady
rhythmic
tabla
beat
enters) (
Gentle
violin
swells)
The
nation
is
on
the
block,
step
up
for
the
sale
Come
gather
round,
let
the
bidding
prevail
Oh
dear
wealthy
merchant,
come
open
your
vault
The
systems
are
broken,
but
it’
s
not
our
fault
We
chose
our
leaders
to
stand
for
the
light
But
they
sold
all
our
dreams
in
the
dead
of
the
night
In
this
theater
of
polls,
we
planted
the
thorn
Now
we
reap
the
disaster
that
we
helped
to
spawn
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Step
up
for
the
bidding,
watch
the
hammer
fall
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
They
sold
off
the
assets,
the
keepers
have
feasted
While
the
pride
of
the
people
is
being
resisted
They
gave
us
the
bowl,
and
they
left
us
the
dust
Betraying
the
mandate,
breaking
our
trust
If
you’
re
still
breathing,
look
deep
inside
Find
the
conscience
you
buried,
the
one
you
can’
t
hide
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Step
up
for
the
bidding,
watch
the
hammer
fall
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
The
price
is
set
high,
and
our
honor
is
cheap
Even
the
idols
are
sold
while
the
honest
ones
weep
Those
who
were
pennies
are
now
worth
the
gold
Our
future
is
bartered,
our
history
sold
Oh
dear
wealthy
merchant,
come
open
your
vault
The
systems
are
broken,
but
it’
s
not
our
fault
We
chose
our
leaders
to
stand
for
the
light
But
they
sold
all
our
dreams
in
the
dead
of
the
night
In
this
theater
of
polls,
we
planted
the
thorn
Now
we
reap
the
disaster
that
we
helped
to
spawn
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Step
up
for
the
bidding,
watch
the
hammer
fall
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Come
gather
round,
the
auction
is
live
Can
a
nation
of
people
ever
survive? (
Violin
fades
out) (
Final
tabla
beat)