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Verse 1
Not my circus
Sick of your monkeys
Madness far
As the eye can see
My fellow man
Now my enemy
As our own country
They are destroying
In the name
Of the hate
You are spewing
While reveling
In the destruction
Of your own doing
All falls apart
Still you are gloating
As you are still winning

So it seems
Just as long
As off our suffering

You are still profiting

Chorus
The people are waking
Apart your own

MAGA movement
Is breaking
The ones who are left
Kool aid drinking
As away

Our own future
You are continuing

To take

Verse 2
Come one come all
Behold before the fall

The circus we have become

Yes our country wide freak show

About which you

Just love to gloat
Destroying everything
While with our lives
You live to be playing
Can't believe a single thing
You are ever saying
If your mouth is moving

We already know you're lying

Yet somehow away with it
You continue getting
Wars you are starting

Because with you
Other leaders are playing
Their puppet on a string
While your own country
Is busy imploding

Chorus