(Intro: A defiant, staccato fiddle melody dances over the rhythmic thump of a kick drum. A washboard and a harmonica add a folksy, backwoods beat as the band builds into a determined, driving march.) Verse 1 (Strumming banjos and a steady bass drum set the pace, with the soft twinkle of wind chimes in the background.) We've checked the list, and we've checked it thrice, The truth's been hidden, and the lies entice, The cat's among the pigeons, no longer perched, The oven's cold, and the kettle's cursed, The neighbors whisper, the floorboards groan, Secrets echo in the empty home, But we won't cower, we won't be late, For the feast of freedom, on the golden plate! Chorus (The music swells! Fiddles and accordions soar, backed by a rousing chorus. The rhythm is driven by the stomp of boots and the clap of hands.) Oh, the chaos is the call to rise! Hear the fiddles sing, see the truth in their eyes! A defiant dance in the candlelight, While the shadows fall, and the darkness takes flight, It's a raging, silver, grand affair, With truth and justice floating in the air, Hurry now, don't be late, For the feast of freedom, on the golden plate! Verse 2 (The energy shifts. Lyrical mandolins sweep in with intricate, winding runs. Spoons and bones mimic the clatter of shackles breaking, while whistles call like the wind of change.) The ribbons of tyranny tear apart, We're breaking chains, with every beating heart, The aunties weep, the grandpas stand tall, In homespun clothes, and love that won't fall, A sudden hush, a warm embrace, Reflected in the eyes of every face, Then someone raises a voice in song— And we're back to dancing, all night long! Bridge (The music oscillates rapidly between "chaotic bursts" of crashing cymbals and "unified sections" of soft, humming harmonicas.) (Chaotic) Burn the list, and light the flame! (Warm) Gather ‘round, we're all the same, (Chaotic) The clock is ticking, time to fight! (Warm) For truth and love, with all our might. Finale (The full band returns for one last joyous surge. The honky-tonk piano rolls up the keys, the choir hits a triumphant high note, and every instrument joins for a final, bright, unison chord.) (Spoken) Happy Independence Day! (The band ends with a sharp, brilliant flourish: BUM-PA-DA-DA-DUM!)