Orange Scars

Mr. Orange, wipe the grin

The paper trail is kicking in (hahaha)

Gold-plated podium, rust underneath You sell us a crown with broken teeth

Epstein's ledger sits heavy on the table

You call it fake when the ink looks able Red tie twitching

like a warning flare Smile for the cameras,

choke on the air We name the donors,

judges, chiefs Pocket full of pardons,

mouth full of grief Name the price,

name the liar

Name the suit

that feeds the fire

Even monsters called it evil Now the whole room knows (hey,

hey)

Lie, lie, king of the rot

Hands in the till,

swear you're not

Rise, rise, tear up the script

We won't kneel to a piece of shit (we won't kneel)

Senator Grin got a lobbyist leash

Governor Gold wants a private police

Bishop of profit blesses the deal

Judge with a price tag calls it appeal Orange mask slipping,

sweat on the glass Files on the table,

questions move fast You wanted outrage,

here is the choir Names on the wall and the wall's on

fire

Cut the feed, count the money

Funny how the truth gets ugly

No more kings behind the curtain No more deals they call uncertain (hey)

Lie, lie, king of the rot

Hands in the till,

swear you're not

Rise, rise, tear up the script

We won't kneel to a piece of shit

Name the names, break the gate

Too much truth for a golden plate

No crown, no cover No crown,

no cover