[Intro — sparse chant]
Museveni must go — (shout)
Museveni must go — (call)
(soft guitar, distant drum like a heartbeat)
[Verse 1]
Forty years a shadow on our streets,
Checkpoints at dawn, curfews on our feet.
Owino market cries, the vendors fold,
Makerere steps remember stories told.
Teachers unpaid, children learn by dim light,
Mulago wards keep patients through the night.
Farmers till a soil that yields less grain,
But hope like stubborn grass returns after rain.
[Pre-Chorus]
From Jinja Road to the lake's wide shore,
Whispers harden into something more.
[Chorus — chantable hook]
Museveni must go!
From Owino to Nakasero the streets all know.
Forty years of gun rule — we take back our home.
[Verse 2]
We walk past Parliament with banners high,
Names on paper like birds that learn to fly.
A mother calls a son's name at midnight's toll,
A father folds his coat and keeps his soul.
On boda-boda rides and dusty trading lanes,
Songs rise up louder than the soldiers' chains.
The radio turns, but the truth rings clear:
This land belongs to those who stay and revere.
[Pre-Chorus]
From Kampala lights to the villages out wide,
The murmurs turn to marching, side by side.
[Chorus — variation]
Museveni must go!
Hear Kampala singing, the city won't be still.
Forty years of gun rule — no more, we take back our hill.
[Bridge — quiet, intimate then building]
(soft, single voice)
My sister hums a lullaby she learned at ten,
She hums it for the children, she hums it for when
The radios were kinder and the markets full and bright.
(voice grows)
We fold those small songs into a rising light.
(build)
No more shadows on our mothers' doors,
No more sirens through our children's chores.
We have names, we have streets — we have memory and bone,
Tonight our quiet anger becomes a thundered tone.
[Breakdown — stripped, percussion and chant]
(lead) Museveni must go!
(backing, layered) Museveni must go! — Museveni must go!
(call) From Makindye, to Lugogo, to the lake's wide foam,
(response) From the schools to the hospitals — we reclaim our home.
[Final Chorus — full band, epic]
Museveni must go!
From Owino to Nakasero the whole nation shows.
Forty years of gun rule — we reclaim our home.
Museveni must go!
From Kampala to the villages the anthem grows.
Forty years of silence breaks — we bring the dawn.
[Outro — resolve, hopeful]
The drums slow, the voices linger like light,
Uganda breathes again into the night.
No more pain, no more chains to hold us low,
We lift the song together: Museveni must go.
(soft close — a single voice: "We walk toward the dawn")
