[Intro] [snare hits, crowd murmur, one megaphone tap] Step right up Don't mind the glow [Verse 1] Step right up, don't mind the glow Every good night needs something to show Keep your money where I can bless it Keep your doubt in the pocket I printed I learned your hunger by the way you lean in I sell the sparkle, I rent the grin If the air tastes wrong, that's the seasoning talking If the tents look tired, that's the romance walking [Pre-Chorus] Don't read the fine heat Read the flyer I brought the smile You brought the fire [Chorus] [gang chant] Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Buy the night, ignore the grief Pay for the pretty, clap for the pitch The barker's smile is part of the trick Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Everybody wants a lie that fits [Verse 2] I keep the volume higher than the canvas I keep the joke warmer than the facts Point at the lights if the edges start curling A good salesman never names the collapse Come closer, I can make it official Stamp your hand like the heat isn't real I was hired to keep the line moving Not to tell you how the gold starts to peel [Pre-Chorus] Don't read the fine heat Read the flyer I brought the smile You brought the fire [Chorus] [gang chant] Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Buy the night, ignore the grief Pay for the pretty, clap for the pitch The barker's smile is part of the trick Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Everybody wants a lie that fits [Rap] [stripped beat, dry rap, longer confession] I learned to shout over the sound of canvas dying If I stop selling, I start admitting I don't need a halo, I need a queue A night this loud can hide what it do I put a bow on the panic and a price on the view Told you the glow was included with the ticket stub too Watch the hands, not the smoke in the seams I can talk over truth till it sounds like a dream Keep looking up, that's the product I move Hope is a booth and I'm paid to improve If I say it bright, it stays a show If I say it quiet, then everybody knows I count the bills while the color leaves the lights Call it a rush, call it a rite I keep the pitch wet so the doubt won't catch A cracked-up miracle still spends like a match Don't ask the booth what the booth can't pay I only refund the dark in display I sold you a night with a warranty grin Now the teeth are the only honest thing in Step closer, I can make the ending look planned A good lie clapped is a good man's brand [Breakdown] [shouted, short] Smile Sold Teeth Shown [Final Chorus] [colder, harsh under the chant] Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Buy the night, ignore the grief Pay for the pretty, clap for the pitch The barker's smile is part of the trick Buy the grin, ignore the teeth Everybody wants a lie that fits A lie that fits A lie that fits [Outro] [megaphone click, smile held too long, cut]
