[Title: The Distractor - Cleaned Lyrics] [Verse 1] The orange Cheetos king arrived in gold, Crowned by chants of “Make us great again” told. A savior painted loud — red, white and blue, A promise screamed into the TV night. Then came the riots, fire in the streets, Storming marble halls with broken beliefs. Chaos dancing on Capitol Hill, History shaking, bending to his will. [Pre-Chorus] A little blue bird tweeted late in the night, A whispered truth in black and white… [Chorus] “He’s in the Epstein files!” “He’s in the Epstein files!” [Chorus] The king just laughed and pointed aside. “Look over there!” Distraction fell, Another headline, another shell. They screamed for truth, demanded names, But lies move faster than shame. The orange Cheetos king just grinned, And changed the subject once again. [Verse 2] “Look over there!” — Maduro fell, “Aye aye caramba!” An orange devil rang the bell. “Look again!” — Greenland said no, “Not for sale” — the answer cold. “I’ll take it then.” Maps rewritten, logic be damned. But still one question chokes the air: What about the Epstein files — is he in there? [Chorus] “He’s in the Epstein files!” “He’s in the Epstein files!” Truth buried deep beneath the crowd. “Nothing to see — send the troops in.” Fear’s more useful than the blame. The orange Cheetos king just grinned, And changed the subject once again. “Send in the troops!” — uniforms of ice, Asking mothers questions twice. “Are you a citizen?” "Steel-dead stare, A desert eagle in the air." “I’m not mad at you… I know my rights.” BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A life cut down — the night went loud. For Renee Good. Never forget the crime! Still they ask… Still they demand… Release the fucking files! “Release the Epstein files!” “Release the Epstein files!” Cracks appear in the fake regime. If you don’t... shut... up... you’re next to DIM! Fear became the final law, Truth handcuffed, dragged from court. The orange Cheetos king stood tall, A clown-crown cracking — about to fall. [Outro] The bird still sings. The files still shills. History’s running thin. Justice closing in.
