Raise Your Voice: Songs of Resistance From the Nation’s Capital Lyrics

Hold On

© 2026 Jillian Matundan, Mark Dann, Eryn Michel


Everything feels crazy

Everything’s gone mad

They’re trying to confuse us

Take everything that we have

 

They are playing the oldest game

Distract you as they shift the blame

 

We’ve got to hold on to each other

The best that we can

I’ve got you if you’ve got me

We have to take a stand

We can’t let them tear us apart

We have to be strong, we have to believe

We’re gonna make it through

So hold on.

 

They’re tearing us apart

They’re doing all they can

They want to erase us, they want to replace us

It’s part of their plan

 

And if you don’t fall in line

They’ll leave you far behind

 

We’ve got to hold on to each other

The best that we can

I’ve got you if you’ve got me

We have to take a stand

We can’t let them tear us apart

We have to be strong, we have to believe

We’re gonna make it through

 

Don’t you dare give up

Don’t you dare give in

Don’t you dare bow out

Don’t you let them win

 

If we remember what’s at stake

We won’t have a reason to break

 

We’ve got to hold on to each other

The best that we can

I’ve got you if you’ve got me

We have to take a stand

We can’t let them tear us apart

We have to be strong, we have to believe

We’re gonna make it through

So hold on.



Crimson

© 2025 David Chambers

Crimson ran through the gutters unceasing

A carnage illusory as tyranny was creeping

It wasn’t what we thought a paint overflowed

But in the current climate it seems apropos


A symbolic hue, we were paralyzed

Our work destroyed with a devil’s kiss

We’re told to believe not what we see

But crimson’s impossible to miss


Crimson was everywhere that sunlight could reach

It wasn’t human plasma, just mud on a beach

And yet it represented a liberty dying

The endless wreckage, despair was rising


A symbolic hue, we were paralyzed

Our work destroyed with a devil’s kiss

We’re told to believe not what we see

But crimson’s impossible to miss


Fill the gaps with apprehension running wild

Paint a picture of an unprotected child

Tears run into puddles splashing as we go

Where’s the end of all the comforts that we know


Crimson was blanketing the ground after dark

Not what we suspected, just flowers in the park

But shortness of breath came, we all were on edge

Afraid to submit to a loyalty pledge

A symbolic hue, we were paralyzed

Our work destroyed with a devil’s kiss

We’re told to believe not what we see

But crimson’s impossible to miss


Fill the gaps with apprehension running wild

Paint a picture of an unprotected child

Tears run into puddles splashing as we go

Where’s the end of all the comforts that we know



Speak Up!

©2025 Krista O’Connell


What you gonna do when they come for your neighbor

When they tear apart families of migrant labor

Because I'm gonna stand up and fight in their favor


What you gonna do when they seize your body 

Colonize your womb, make your gender their hobby 

When they come I'm gonna scream loudly 

Yeah I'm gonna speak up

Be the squeaky wheel

Fight for those I love

Declare the things I feel


This land is yours

This land is mine

It's not for sale 

It not for kings 

Hear my battle cry


What you gonna do when they hate your love

Deny your marriage and the stars above

I will hold your hand in a gentle hug 

So what you gonna do when they cut your job

Taking you for granted and leaving your robbed

Joined my union and we’ll march


Yeah I'm gonna speak up

Be the squeaky wheel

Fight for those I love

Declare the things I feel


This land is yours

This land is mine

It's not for sale 

It not for kings 

Hear my battle cry


What you gonna do when there's nothing left

No people, no targets for their theft 

Well it's too late now to just feel bereft


Were all in this together It ain't just you and me 

We the people all together of a rainbow country

We may not be great, well we've never really been

But down here in Virginia it's "Sic Semper Tyrannis"


Yeah we’re gonna speak up

Be the squeaky wheel

Fight for those we love

Declare the things we feel

This land is yours

This land is mine 

It's not for sale

It’s not for kings 

Hear our battle cry



I Don’t Want Your Billions, Mister

© 2025 David Scott Weaver 

 

I don’t want your billions mister ​

I don’t want your rocket ships
All I want is the right to live mister
A doctor’s care when my kids are sick

I don’t want your Tesla mister
I don’t want your crypto coin
All I want is a steady paycheck
A living wage and union to join

 

What right you got wrecking our country 

You rob and steal and bleed it dry

There ain’t no one vote for you mister

It’s just a grift and a stack of lies


I don’t want your billions mister ​

I don’t want your rocket ships
All I want is the right to live mister
A doctor’s care when my kids are sick

 I don’t want your future mister                                              I don’t want to live on Mars                                                       All I want is to save this planet                                     Protect Mother Earth ‘cause she’s all of ours

 I don’t want your billions mister ​                                                I don’t want your rocket ships
All I want is the right to live mister
A doctor’s care when my kids are sick



Woke

© 2025 Catherine Pajic


Once we called it reconstruction, we called it civil rights

We called it social justice, we call it DEI

And every time someone says, “They’re pushing way too far.”

They forgot how hard we had to push to get to where we are


You say I’m woke, I say I’m trying to be fair 

You say I’m radical, I say I care

About the words our founding fathers wrote but their slaves couldn’t read

And all the black folks who were strung up for saying what they please 


Well, call it what you want, just show me how you live

Do you share what you inherited or take more than you give?

Do you greet a stranger with a helping hand or with a sneer?

Are you seeing what’s inside a man or feeding all your fear?


You say I’m woke, I say we’re trying to pay a debt

You say I’m radical, I say I can’t forget

All the words our founding fathers wrote that the natives couldn’t read

And all their children who were taken for believing what they please


It’s so easy to pass judgement on the way things used to be

‘Cause we’re not like they were then, we’re enlightened, you and me

But each of us is blind in at least one of our eyes

The question is who knows it, who’s living in a lie


“Aw, can’t we just move on,” you say, “We settled up the score. 

We gave you what we could, stop asking us for more.”

But what will future generations have to say 

When they’re reading all about us in their history books one day …? 


We called it women’s suffrage, we called it equal rights

We called it women’s lib, now we call it DEI

And every time somebody says, “they’re pushing way too far”

They forgot how hard we had to push to get to where we are


You say I’m woke, I say we’re trying to right some wrongs

You say I’m radical, I say I’m going along

With all the words our founding fathers wrote that their wives couldn’t read

And all their daughters who were beaten for dressing as they please


You say I’m woke, I say I’m trying to be kind

You say I’m radical, I say I keep in mind

All the words our founding fathers wrote that everyone should read

And all the couples who were locked up for loving who they please

And the people who were kept down

And the people who were shot down

And the people who died trying  

Just trying to live free, just like you and me



Fight Back

© 2026 Nickie Lambert

Treason is the reason for impeachment

Bigotry’s the drug they try to sell

Only ugly billionaires can reach them

In a ballroom made of secrets they won’t tell


Did you want to raise your kids in North Korea?

Go camping by a strip mine in the Fall

Hoping that the thug patrol don’t see ya

If you’ve ever pointed out what parts are small


Don’t wait my friends this country’s on fire

Don’t wait my friends the doves have all flown

Fight back with us the flame’s rising higher

Fight back with us with fire of our own


You better keep your money in your mattress

Get a chicken and hope that it will lay

Pray the coming weather’s not disastrous

Cuz America right now is pay to play


Did you think the leopards wouldn’t come for your face?

After plucking your neighbors off the street

Who’ll be left to testify in your case?

They’ll be wiped out by some once defunct disease


Think fondly of a time when there were warrants

When arrests and seizures had a cause

Now the jails they send you to are foreign

Free at last from all those pesky laws

Have you seen the famous statue in the green gown?

Beacon for those yearning to be free

She’s looking for a place to set her torch down

Woman of color who won’t go quietly


Don’t wait my friends, this country’s on fire

Don’t wait my friends, the doves have all flown

Fight back with us the flame’s rising higher

Fight back with us, fight back because


You care what the future holds

Care that the truth be told

Know the true meaning of great

Come stand with the rest of us

Fight with the best of us

Raise a fist in resistance today!


Don’t wait, Fight back, Don’t wait, Fight back

Don’t wait, Fight back, Don’t wait, Fight back

Don’t wait, Fight back, Don’t wait, Fight back

Fight back, fight back, fight back

RESIST



The Museum of American Mascots 

© 2025 Joey Campfire 

 

I shot a bald eagle 

and a buffalo

don’t care if it’s illegal 

gonna post the photo 

so the whole damn world will know

just what I’ve done 

 

Surely some people will condemn me 

but others will arise to defend me 

start a GoFundMe page to pay my legal bills 


Gonna stuff the buffalo

mount the eagle to a drone

and fly it round the flag

in front of my home     

and do interviews 

with the media 

on my front lawn

 

Surely some people will condemn me 

but others will arise to defend me 

start a GoFundMe page to pay my legal bills 

 

And I’d like to announce to the public 

my latest construction project 

the big and beautiful  

Museum of American Mascots Resort Casino 

and the main attraction is 

this dead buffalo and eagle 

                         

Gonna carpet the lobby 

in rattlesnake skin 

so you can tread on it 

when you walk on in 

we got nickel slots 

guaranteed to hit the jackpot once a day 

 

Enjoy your stay  


at the great big beautiful  

Museum of American Mascots Resort Casino 

and it all started with this dead buffalo and eagle



Conman      

© 2017 John Vengrouskie             


Been workin’ on this steamboat, 20 years or more

Keep them engines runnin’, know just how they go.

I know that handbook inside out, know 10 times more than that

Mutiny’s never crossed my mind, crew’s scared stiff, I’ve got to act.


There’s a conman in the captain’s chair, swingin’ us left and right

Throwin’ people overboard, y’know that that ain’t right.

Someone’s got to take control, keep us from a wreck

Get this boat back on the beam, save everybody’s neck!


I saw this man out late last year, wagon on the road,

Hawkin’ patent medicines, selling land to fools!

Them bottles turned up empty, land ain’t worth a note

He just takes folks for all they’re worth, now he runs the boat!


There’s a conman in the captain’s chair, swingin’ us left and right

Throwin’ people overboard, (as long as they ain’t rich or white).

Someone’s got to take control, keep us from a wreck

Get this boat back on the beam, save everybody’s neck!


I ‘ve seen captains that were friendly, captains that were mean.

Seen captains couldn’t get it right, seen captains sharp and keen

This one talks but just don’t even know which end is which

He’ll kill us all and drive this big boat right into a ditch!


There’s a conman in the captain’s chair, swingin us left and right

Throwin’ people overboard, y’know that just ain’t right

Someone’s got to take control, keep us from a wreck

Get this boat back on the beam, save everybody’s neck!

Save everybody’s neck

Queen

© 2025 Lynn Hollyfield


The daily news                               

Where chaos reigns

A madman rules

The whole world’s gone insane

The pendulum

it swung way, way too far 

A woman in charge

Could rescue us from where we are


Maybe we need a queen 

To usher in civility

Maybe we need a queen

That has humanity

Maybe we need a queen

That has empathy 

To look beyond themselves 

For all humanity 


His lies and deceit 

would fall away 

A real leader 

builds trust with what they say 

And understands 

What the people need

Like housing, clean air, health care,

Education and groceries


Maybe we need a queen 

To usher in civility

Maybe we need a queen

That has humility 

Maybe we need a queen

That has empathy 

And loves beyond themself

For all humanity 


The way of a loving queen

Is through connection 

Like the Queen of Sheeba

she’ll ask a lot of questions

Fostering the truth

no more division

Considers the impact on future generations

 

Maybe we need a queen 

To usher in civility

Maybe we need a queen

That has resiliency

Maybe we need a queen

That has empathy 

And loves beyond themself

For all humanity 

A strong queen would use

her intuition

Her wisdom with powerful compassion

She’d fight for liberty, freedom and justice for all

She’d listen and she would answer the call

 

Maybe we need a queen 

To usher in civility

We sure don’t need a king

Destroying democracy

What we really need

Is a woman in the presidency

A woman…



It Could’ve Been A Woman                                                   

©2025 Derrick Credito, Christian Alfonso, Bailey Dicus, Paris Thalheimer, Jeremy Konstanzer


We could’ve had a bed of roses

We could’ve had a time

We could’ve had another era

Of what’s mine is yours and yours is mine

We could’ve had a wild phase 

Instead of facing end of days

Can’t say I didn’t see it comin’

It could’ve been a woman


We could’ve had a beauty queen

With flowers in her hair

We might not have to fear no man

Or think to choose the bear

We could’ve tasted better days

Instead of drowning in malaise 

We really could’ve become something

It could’ve been a woman 


We could’ve had a better hand

We could’ve followed better plans 

Now we’re left with less than nothing 


We could’ve had an all-star team

We could’ve had a smile

Life would be the sweetest dream

Guess it won’t be for a while 



We could’ve done a better job

But we got cheated and we got robbed

Half the time, I don’t feel human

It could’ve been a woman 


We could’ve had a better shot

But now we’re stuck with what we got

Man, our engine would be hummin’

It could’ve been a woman

 It could’ve been our world 


We could’ve had a woman 

Why can’t it be a woman 



A LITTLE GOOD TROUBLE  

©2025 Bill Starks – Jim Robeson 

 

We need some good trouble … some good trouble 

Old John Lewis had the right idea 

how to get the attention of the powers that be 

We got to stand up and march, and let’s make it clear, 

that we don't intend to ever live in fear 


We need some good trouble (good trouble) got to have some good trouble (good trouble) we need some good trouble (good trouble) 


When you’re sitting there watching the TV News, and all the insanity gives you the blues 

Then after a while you've got a pretty short fuse then you remember: 'Hey! we get to choose’


We need some good trouble (good trouble)

 

Might be time to start a little good trouble, don't ya just sit there in your own little bubble 

suffer in silence, and the bad feelings double

might be time to start a little good trouble

(a little good trouble)


The founding fathers did some pretty good things, when they wrote up the rules about having No Kings... Theres a balance of power that we've got to maintain We can't give any one man free reign


So don’t you just give up your right to free speech you might be surprised, how far your voice will reach... If you're concerned and about to freak out you just can't be shy, and ya gotta speak right out 


Peaceful protest is everyone's right Never surrender it, fight the good fight we're not just trying to raise a fuss but we gotta remind them they answer to us 

We need some good trouble (good trouble)



Ponle Fin 

© 2025 A. Elena Lacayo and Christylez Bacon

Elena & Los Fulanos


A las mujeres les dicen 

Que sean buenas

Que se ajusten

Que se aguanten

A las mujeres les dicen 

Que sean dulces

Sean lindas

“No se amarguen”

A los hombres les dicen 

Que sean firmes

Que sean duros

Que maltraten

Yo no puedo aceptar esas cosas

Yo no suelo conformarme


Coro: Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin

Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin, a eso

Ponle fin pon fin


Hay personas que quieren decirte 

A quienes tu puedes amar

Y después te llaman pecadores

Por quererte bien casar

Inmigrantes viven con horror 

Que los vengan a deportar

Y los negros de la policía

Que los suelen fácil matar


No el machismo

No a la explotación

No a la homofobia

No, te digo no

No a la intolerancia

No a la deportación

No a el racismo

No, a Donald Trump


Rap interlude:

Hey, what year is this 

So I can just

Start the list of places not to take trips in a time-ship
But if you happen to be stranded or on assignment 

Look to your left, you'll see color and racial bias

The first of the two have already been proven by science  

To just be the difference of sunshine
I'm just saying that the basis of races is determined by Melanin our skin from evolving in different places

And that doesn't, change the fact that I'm human  

That doesn't change the fact that these isms are just illusions
Alternative facts can't justify what they are doing so don't give me reasons why we should start our movements 

Let's do it, come on



English Translation:

They tell women 

To be good

To be flexible

To be patient

They tell women 

To be beautiful 

To be sweet

“Don’t be bitter”

They tell men 

To be firm

To be harsh

To mistreat others

I cannot accept these things

I cannot keep quiet


Chorus: Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end, put an end

Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end, put an end, to that

Put an end to that!


There are people who want to tell you

Who you can love

And then they call you sinners

For wanting to get married

Immigrants live with fear

That they’ll come deport them

And black people fear the police

Who so easily kill them


No to misogyny

No to exploitation

No to homophobia

No, I tell you no

No to intolerance

No to deportation

No to racism

No, to Donald Trump



Sad Little King

© 2025 Dan Bradley, Tam Raistrick, Scott Stack, Paris Thalheimer


What rough beast 

Has slouched up to the Hill

Spitting out its bile

drowning us in swill


Weak little tough guy

You think you’re so strong

You never met a fact that 

You didn’t get wrong


Build a statue of yourself

We’ll only tear it down

The world outside is burning

While you’re eyeing up your crown


Sad little king

You’ve built your party of lies

We know the truth, we won’t be quiet

While you help our country die


You don’t even know

How impotent you are

You think that you’re a genius

When you’re just a reality star


I wish I could hate you

But you’re just too sad

So I’ll save my contempt 

And pity you instead


You put your hands down our pants and you rummage around

You violate our rights and shove us to the ground

But we know what’s truth and we know what’s right

We’ve overthrown before and we won’t give up the fight!


You Sad Little King!!!



Resist

© 2025 Ray Weaver 


You tweeted 49,000 words today, 49,000 lies

The only word this world wants to hear you say is goodbye

You poison my planet with the venom pouring out of your black heart

Failing at everything you’ve ever done is your only true trademark

For what itʼs worth, I’ve stopped listening

I don’t know who could vote for this

I know the cost of freedom.... Resist.

I’m always amazed at the artlessness of your deal

But your rabble cheers you on while you lie, rape, pillage and steal

Greenland and Canada are not spaces in some sick boardgame

They’re not playgrounds, 

They’re not possessions for you to ruin with your pawnshop name


For what itʼs worth, I’ve stopped listening.

I don’t know who could vote for this

I’ve found the cost of my freedom.... Resist.
 

I resist in the name of liberty 

I resist with all my might

I resist for the sake of my children 

And split your darkness with my light.

You wrap yourself up in the flag that never shows what’s underneath 

Lay your hand on the Bible and then stand up and lie between your teeth

The whole world is watching and shaking its head in disbelief

For what itʼs worth, I’ve stopped listening 

I won’t sit down and I won’t stand for this

I’ve found the cost of freedom... Resist 



We Are Better Than This

© 2025 Kim Eaton


We are better than this, better than this  

Mahatma Gandhi reminds us of this  

We are better than this, better than this  

Mahatma Gandhi reminds us of this  


We are better than the empire that you aspire

To mire us into your hate-filled quagmire

Where you hire liars to conceal your desires

And fill your offices with corporate vampires


We are better than this, better than this

Martin Luther King reminds us of this 

We are better than this, better than this

Martin Luther King reminds us of this 


You rule with deportation, tariffs and tolls

Pound your tiny fists like a nasty little troll

Fill the air with fear and try to steal our souls

You think you can drag us into your hole?


We are better than this, better than this

Nelson Mandela reminds us of this 

We are better than this, better than this

Nelson Mandela reminds us of this 


You can’t turn back the clock on all that has been fixed  

We never will forget January 6

We won’t forget the chaos in the chambers and the halls 

Or the hatred when they tried to scale the Capitol walls  

You cannot make us put it all back on a shelf  

We’ll live again by this: love thy neighbor as thyself


We are better than this, better than this 

Gandhi, King, Mandela remind us of this 

We are better than this, better than this 

Gandhi, King, Mandela remind us of this 


So think again, liar, ‘cause time will tell

That your narcissistic bravado creates its own hell

You pull us asunder

But I hear December thunder

Says your days will be numbered

Your feet will be encumbered

By the chains of your hate 

As you face your fate

At hell’s burning gate


When your day of judgment speaks to the havoc you have wreaked 

On the hungry, destitute, homeless and the meek

We’ll fly our flags with pride, wave them with joy

Rebuild and restore what you have destroyed  


‘Cause we are better than this, better than this 

Gandhi, King, Mandela remind us of this 

‘Cause we are better than this, better than this 

Gandhi, King, Mandela remind us of this 


They believed in peace and they’d fight like hell

For those ideals, you know them well

It’s our turn now, let’s speak as one

And keep on fighting, we have just begun!


We are better than this, better than this

Keep on fighting, we have just begun 

We are better than this, better than this

Keep on fighting, we have just begun 

We’ll keep on fighting, we have just begun