[Verse 1] Eight whole articles, Massie wrote 'em up alone A Republican congressman building this on his own Now his own party ships it off to Judiciary's door That's the quiet way of saying "we don't want this on the floor" He's the only Republican who voted no today Wanted a real showdown, not a slow fade away He shrugs, says "it's done," like closing up a book But hold that thought a second, 'cause there's more you gotta look [Chorus] Two eleven, two-oh-four, refer it, don't decide Committee is the hallway where resolutions go to hide Sixty-seven is the number for a conviction to be real Count the seats, do the math, tell me how that deal would feel [Verse 2] Eleven Democrats missing when the roll was read Pelosi one of them, here's the part that wasn't said Eight no-votes could've sunk it, flipped the whole scene But we only know for certain how Pelosi would've leaned And here's a wrinkle folks keep calling incorrect Somebody claimed Democrats tanked it, let's inspect Nope — a Republican authored every single line Democrats who showed up voted no, for the record, that's the sign [Chorus] Two eleven, two-oh-four, refer it, don't decide Committee is the hallway where resolutions go to hide Sixty-seven is the number for a conviction to be real Fifty-three Republican seats, that's the current deal [Verse 3] January third is circled bright in red New majority walks in, Jeffries up ahead He says "the appropriate time," keeping his cards near Fifty-four is the guess for Democratic seats next year Still thirteen short of sixty-seven, simple arithmetic Lawler's waving flags, says no hearings, that's a kick Massie's not done either, filed a war-powers bid Watch the Judiciary room, this story isn't hid [Verse 4] Reporters calling up the staffers, asking what's the plan Nobody wants to be the one who says they understand The leadership stays quiet, lets the question drift away Because an answer now could cost 'em votes some other day Meanwhile the base is restless, screaming "do it now" But procedure doesn't bend to a social media crowd History remembers numbers, not the noise and not the heat Every impeachment lives or dies by who shows up to the seat So file it, shelve it, let the hearings take their time The Constitution doesn't run on anybody's rhyme It runs on patient counting, on the slow committee grind Where sixty-seven votes are what every case must find [Bridge] Committee doesn't mean forgotten, it just means parked Bury the paperwork but the engine's still sparked Count your votes before you call the story closed A hallway isn't a tombstone, that's what the math shows [Outro] Two eleven, two-oh-four, that's the only truth today Sixty-seven's the mountain, and it isn't going away [Chorus] Two eleven, two-oh-four, refer it, don't decide Committee is the hallway where resolutions go to hide Sixty-seven is the number for a conviction to be real Count the seats, do the math, tell me how that deal would feel
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