Circus
Another rich arose slowly
To the throne of the dumbest land
And peasants’ homes will be smokey
A circus is all that they demand
It is not about you, it is not about me
But it’s just about what they want
Just the money, the army, and the country
And the power to not get caught
And their drones, and their guns
And their bombs, and your life
And the life, of your sons
And the rights, of your wife
Oh-oh, ah-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah
Oh-oh, ah-ah, oh-oh, ah-ha
That’s the price of your ticket
Smoke’s the show you obtained
The circus’ master’s ring you kissed
Are you not entertained?
It is not about you, it is not about me
But it’s just about what they want
Just the money, the army, and the country
And the power to not get caught
And their drones, and their guns
And their bombs, and your life
And the life, of your sons
And the rights, of your wife
Oh-oh, ah-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah
Oh-oh, ah-ah, oh-oh, ah-ha
Ah-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh-ooh-ohh
Vocals: Eliz Ai
Songwriter: Gabriel Solis
Production: Gabriel X
Song info
A scathing political commentary that uses circus imagery to criticize power structures. The song portrays political leadership as entertainment that distracts from exploitation (“That’s the price of your ticket”). The mention of “drones,” “guns,” and “bombs” grounds the metaphor in real-world consequences.
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