[Verse] The Tariff King sits high on his throne, Counting his coins like they're cast in stone. With a nod of his head, the markets sway, While the working man's dreams all slip away. [Verse 2] He talks of trade like it’s his God-given game, Spinning his tales, laying down blame. In the land of the free, where pennies ring, We all bow low to the Tariff King. [Chorus] Round and round in the three-ring show, Where promises are whispers and lies grow. The big top glitters, but the trust runs thin, In the circus town where we’re all locked in. [Verse 3] The elephants stomp, the donkeys bray, While the people shout but can’t have their say. The acrobats fly, but they’re tethered tight, Balancing truths on a crooked line tonight. [Bridge] A clown paints a smile over weary eyes, Selling dreams from a script full of alibis. Step right up, don’t you dare look away, The D.C. circus comes to town today. [Chorus] Round and round in the three-ring show, Where promises are whispers and lies grow. The big top glitters, but the trust runs thin, In the circus town where we’re all locked in.
