The Tariff in my Soul

A strange fire is burning in my soul you have to do something about it before it consumes the world It is melting the ice and it is moving towards paradise Please do not take my savings and pension away from me I have earned it on bended knees something has gone terribly wrong and you have got to change the tune before it gets to the evening news It is spreading from the north to the south and from the east to the west the blaze is getting bigger and you have to something strategically to cool down this precarious fire The merchants are confused and traders are bruised Look towards the sun and you will see what have gone wrong you have to take it back to zero degree so that you can set the captive free Riches have turned to rags and the universe must move in a different direction and dry its sweat with the rags your judgment is wrong and you have to compose a new song, just listen to my rhythm it is simple and easy to sing I woke up this morning with nothing on my mind but I could hear the universe innate cry I kept telling myself that everything will be fine but my heart kept deceiving me while the horizon burns behind me I just could not accept the truth that the tariff fire has damage the roots I look desperately for a quick fix but the heat scorched my face and destiny looks for another place Everyone is talking about it, but nothing much Is done to solve it, it has become a sing along and the globe is catching on get your calculator and come and I will show you how to break it down to zero A special rhythm is playing in my head and you have to get out of the bed stamp your feet on the floor three times And knock ten times on the door If you cannot tax it, you have to forget it Remove the tariff from my soul and the system will be made whole there is a strange heat festering around the cities and it is making the people jittery.