(Verse 1) 🎵 In Detroit's heart, under the Motor City's sky, Auto giants stand, with heads hung low and sigh. Once roared their engines, now silence echoes wide, A chipmaker's seizure, a government's pride. 🎵 (Chorus) 🎵 Face-melting shutdown, manufacturing's cry, Nexperia's fate, under Dutch skies. Idiots in power, playing with our might, U.S. auto makers, in the darkest night. 🎵 (Verse 2) 🎵 From Michigan to Texas, assembly lines still, But chips are scarce, like a desert's last rill. Nexperia's seizure, a supply chain's cut, Government's folly, in a global rut. 🎵 (Bridge) 🎵 Semiconductors, the lifeblood of our time, In every device, from car to phone, they chime. But now they're scarce, like a rare gem's shine, A manufacturing crisis, a sign of our decline. 🎵 (Chorus) 🎵 Face-melting shutdown, manufacturing's plea, Nexperia's fate, a global decree. Idiots in power, playing with our might, U.S. auto makers, in the longest night. 🎵 (Outro) 🎵 So here's to the workers, on the line each day, To the executives, who struggle to convey, The folly of governments, far away, In this face-melting shutdown, we pray. 🎵