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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.

Kindness lost, the truth is sore, / Step inside, the circus roars!

Lyrics

[Intro]
Step right up, Murica freaks,
Where golden grins keep ya weak...
Where stolen dreams can’t go bust,
And paper straws dissolve to dust.

[Verse 1 ]
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]
Breeding peacocks don't need no bride,
Cocksure bollocks, served with pride.
Rotten victors, wicked flows,
Cuckoo kings steal the shows…

[Chorus]
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]
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]
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]
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]
Paper leaders, plastic laws...
Bent and twisted, just because.
Kindness lost, the truth is sore,
Step inside, the circus roars!

[Final Chorus]
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]
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]

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