Six Forty-Seven on Guam

Gas is 6.47

And the morning feels so rough

Walk to the station

But the paycheck ain't enough

We got work in the distance

And a tank running dry

Watching every dollar

While the price climbs high

6.47

Can't keep living this way

People of one still gotta work every day

Hands up to the sky, let the prices come down

We need relief now for our I-Lake town

From the port to the office

Everybody feels the burn

Talking to the government

Waiting for a turn

War in the distance

And the markets keep the score

But it's our families hurting

At the station door

6.47, can't keep living this way

People of one still gotta work every day

Canes up to the sky, let the prices come down

We need relief now for our island town

We don't wanna fight, we just wanna survive

Keep the island moving, keep the workers alive

Lower that burden, let the people breathe

One deserves better than what they make us see

647, can't keep living this way

People of one still gotta work every day

Hands up to the sky, let the prices come down

We need relief now for our island town