[Intro]
Big shoes
Small brains
Red noses
Propane
(ha-ha)
Step right up
End of days on sale
[Verse 1]
Two clown kings in a blacked-out tent
Playing chess with nukes
Drool on their chins
One paints flags on his plastic throne
The other counts cash on a cracked iPhone
They juggle maps
Drop whole towns
Call it “order”
Call it “proud”
Feed the crowd fear in a paper cone
“Security” written on every bone
Swipe right on war like a dating app
Push one button
Whole coast collapsed
Watch the feed
Spin that spin
“Freedom fries” with a side of sin
Oil on their slippers
Blood on their cuffs
“Oops
Wrong target”
Ain’t that tough
Puppets on strings in a marble hall
Laugh track plays when the cities fall
[Chorus]
All hail the clown kings
Welcome to the funhouse fire
Red tie
White paint
Blue sirens
Rising higher
They said “We’ll make the world great”
Turned it to a funeral pyre
All hail the clown kings
Dancing on a global wire (hey!)
[Verse 2]
One king tweets from a golden seat
Other king chants while the drones all beep
Both got God on a private line
“Bless this bomb
Let it shine”
“Collateral”
Sounds so clean
Til you hear kids scream through a cracked touch screen
They redraw borders with a marker pen
Then blame the ash on “those people” again
Vote-buy
Lie-buy
Lobbyist lunch
Turn whole blocks into pixel dust
“Peace talks” staged like a game show bit
Contestant loses
Whole camp gets hit
News says “tragic”
Never says “planned”
Just two mad clowns with a steady hand
Flag on his lapel
Mask on his face
Sending steel birds to a crowded place
[Chorus]
All hail the clown kings
Welcome to the funhouse fire
Red tie
White paint
Blue sirens
Rising higher
They said “We’ll make the world safe”
Built a fuse out of barbed wire
All hail the clown kings
Smiling as the flames get higher (woah)
[Bridge]
Spin that globe
Point that dart
Somewhere far
Tear it apart
Call it “justice”
Call it “right”
Same two clowns
Same dark night
Crowds at home
Hands on heart
Don’t see sparks
In the big top tarp
[Verse 3]
Now the tent’s in flames
But the show goes on
They toast marshmallows on a neutron bomb
Point at each other when the floor caves in
“His fault”
“Her fault”
Same cold grin
Whole earth cooked like a county fair
Cotton candy smoke in the choking air
Last thing heard on the pirate stream
Is a laugh track glitch and a choking scream
They crowned themselves kings of a dying ride
Pulled every lever ’til the wires fried
No more maps
No more screens
Just melted crowns
And two charred queens
History books
If they ever get bound
Gonna say we let two clowns burn it down
[Chorus]
All hail the clown kings
Welcome to the funhouse fire
Red tie
White paint
Blue sirens
Rising higher
They said “We’ll rule the whole earth”
“Peace by any means required”
All hail the clown kings
Last act in a world expired (ha-ha)