GenFM Radio

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I watch the news with my coffee black,
Same ol' promises, same ol' track.
They swear they're fightin' for the workin' man,
While the factories close and the farms turn sand.
I see the border wide open, chaos in the street,
Crime up in my hometown, can't walk safe at night no more.
Prices climbin' higher than a July wheat stalk,
Yet they tell me it's all fixed, just keep walkin' the walk.
(Chorus)
They can see the truth, plain as the nose on their face,
But they still believe the lies they embrace.
Eyes wide open to the mess that's been made,
Still pull that lever like it's the price to be paid.
How do you stare at the fire and call it rain?
How do you swallow the poison and call it champagne?
Lord, it's a mystery deeper than the Mississippi flows—
See it clear but still believe the Democrat show.
(Verse 2)
Grandpa fought for freedom, Daddy worked his hands to bone,
Now they're teachin' kids things that chill a grown man to the soul.
Inflation eatin' supper, gas too high to drive to church,
But the talking heads keep smilin', sayin' "Things are gonna work."
I see the deficit risin' like a river after rain,
They print more money, call it help, but it's bringin' us pain.
Yet week after week on the factory line,
They vote the blue ticket, every damn time.
(Chorus)
They can see the truth, plain as the nose on their face,
But they still believe the lies they embrace.
Eyes wide open to the wreck on the tracks,
Still cheer for the engineer who won't hit the brakes.
How do you watch the barn burn and call it light?
How do you hug the wolf and sleep through the night?
It's a heartache that whiskey can't undo—
See it clear but still believe what they do.
(Bridge)
Maybe it's habit, maybe it's fear,
Maybe the devil whispers sweet in their ear.
Or maybe the TV's got 'em hypnotized,
Tellin' 'em wrong is right and up is down in disguise.
(Final Chorus – softer, almost spoken)
Yeah, they see the truth... every single day,
But the lies feel safer, so they look away.
Lord give 'em courage, give 'em eyes to see,
Before this country's lost to what used to be.
See it clear... but still believe.
(Outro – fade on steel guitar)
See it clear... but still believe.