The Show Must Go On

And the credits won’t roll ‘til the world’s overdrawn, But don’t change the channel — the show must go on

[Verse 1]

Trump in the wings with the lights going black

Script in his fist, no plan to come back

The White House a set, the flag just a prop

Truth takes a bullet, the cameras don’t stop

He's never been real, but the danger is true

He’s gambling with lives for a headline or two

The audience cheers as the nation breaks down

He laughs at the fire as he melts off the crown

[Chorus]

The show must go on — no matter who dies

Trump feeds on the drama, the pain, and the lies

The lights are still flashing, the stage is still red

He’ll dance through the ashes, over bodies and dread

And the credits won’t roll ‘til the world’s overdrawn

But don’t change the channel — the show must go on

[Verse 2]

Trump picks his cast by the glint in their teeth

They strut for the lens while he hollows beneath

He fired the truth, replaced it with spin

Gave cruelty a suit and let chaos walk in

He calls out the generals, plays soldier in jest

While billionaires slobber and beg to be blessed

To him we’re all extras, to discard and erase

As he bombs out the world for a close-up on his face

[Chorus]

The show must go on — no matter who falls

Trump loves a collapse if the ratings stand tall

The music is madness, the crowd hypnotized

While the Constitution is vaporized

And the set may be fake, but the threat is full-drawn

So buckle in, baby — the show must go on

[Verse 3]

Trump never drove, never wept, never bled

Just powdered and posed while democracy bled

The poor are a nuisance, the sick just a drain

He plays to the rich while we choke on the pain

He gutted the laws, gave the grifters the keys

And laughed while the planet fell down to its knees

He’s hunting a war like a tiger in heat

'Cause nothing says ratings like global defeat

[Bridge]

Roy Cohn in the mirror, Mussolini in the eyes

The children in cages, the oceans that rise

The cabinet’s casting, the flag is a screen

And behind it all — Trump, cold and obscene

[Chorus - Final]

The show must go on — though the curtain is torn

Trump grins at the ruins of a nation war-worn

It’s theater of blood, it’s empire on fire

And he’s standing alone in the smoke and the wire

The world is a stage — he’s the bringer of dawn

But when morning won’t come, the show still goes on