FOTUS Circus: Step Right Up, Murica Freaks
Step right up, Murica freaks. The carnival MC introduces the golden grin show where stolen dreams can't go bust.
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[Intro – Spoken, hypnotic, carnival MC] Step right up, Murica freaks, Where golden grins keep ya weak... Where stolen dreams can’t go bust, And paper straws dissolve to dust. [Slow eerie violin, creeping jazz bass, waltzing rhythm builds up] [Verse 1 – Sultry, slow, mocking tone] Welcome to the rigged charade, Where truth’s a mask, a cheap cascade. Wrapped in plastic, sold in gold, A nation's soul bought and cold. [Verse 2 – Playful, sinister, gypsy swing rhythm picks up] Breeding peacocks don't need no bride, Cocksure bollocks, served with pride. Rotten victors, wicked flows, Cuckoo kings steal the shows… [Chorus – Hypnotic, swinging waltz, catchy yet eerie] Step right in, for bleak biased babbles, Where cocky bulls sell golden bibles. Sippin’ through plastic straws, gangsters, Braggin’ louder than laws, fraudsters. (Ooooh boy, oh shit, There are mad deets, Please find your seat... And watch them feast... Feeding on nothing but shit and bling yes man, here here watch 'em liars, our new winners!) [Verse 3 : Dark humor, circus tricks references] They pull the strings, they play the fools, Spinning hope, breaking rules. Plastic pride and paper crowns, Watch ‘em burn, watch ‘em drown… [Verse 4 : Sarcastic, theatrical, sinister undertone] The louder they shout, the longer they reign, Truth is buried... sign your name! Blessed are 'em shameless ones, Selling trust with loaded guns… [Chorus : Repeated with even more eerie grandeur] Step right in, for bleak biased babbles, Bulls preachin' with stolen bibles. Chewing on plastic straws, losers, Braggin’ louder than laws... liars. (Ooooh boy, oh shit, There are mad deets, please find your seat... And watch them feast... Feeding on nothing but shit and bling yes man, here here watch 'em liars, our new winners!) [Bridge " Slow, spoken like a twisted nursery rhyme] Paper leaders, plastic laws... Bent and twisted, just because. Kindness lost, the truth is sore, Step inside, the circus roars! [Dramatic pause… eerie laughter echoes… music swells] [Final Chorus – Grand finale, chaotic and thrilling] Step right in, for bleak biased babbles, Where cocky bulls sell golden bibles. Sippin’ through plastic straws, gangsters, Braggin’ louder than laws, fraudsters. (Ooooh boy, oh shit, There are mad deets, Please find your seat... And watch them feast... Feeding on nothing but shit and bling yes man, here here watch 'em liars, our new winners!) [Outro – Spoken, dark and sinister, as lights dim] So raise your glass, enjoy the shows, Where shadows dance and madness grows... Watch the new kings, slick and smooth, Dare to laugh, wait, the joke’s on who? [Fading carnival music, twisted laughter, eerie applause… Curtain falls]
