Lyrics

Intro (Crowd – chant)
(Hey!) Who runs the house?
(Hey!) Bozos in the house!
(Hey!) Who runs the house?
(Hey!) Bozos in the house!

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Verse 1 (metaphor-heavy, AA rhyme)

Mister Little Hands wear gloves of silk,
Milk the system dry like spilt milk.
Chessboard flipped, called it a win,
Crowned himself king with a plastic grin.
Scales of justice tilted like a ride,
Funhouse mirrors swallow the side.
Judges tap dance on a wire thin,
Truth on mute while the clowns tune in.

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Hook (Crowd + Artist, BB rhyme)

Bozos in the house — (say it loud!)
BOZOS IN THE HOUSE!
Paint drip down while the crowd get bowed,
Democracy choking on circus clouds.
Bozos in the house — (one more time!)
BOZOS IN THE HOUSE!
When the law wear masks for a crooked crown,
You don’t hear the fall till it hits the ground.

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Verse 2 (CC rhyme, imagery)

Mister Little Hands pull strings backstage,
Marionette courts in a golden cage.
Ink get smudged on the sacred page,
Constitution dressed for a costume play.
Watchdogs trained just to fetch and sit,
Archives buried in a clown-sized pit.
Spotlight blind like a police beam,
Truth drowned out by a smoke machine.

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Crowd Break (Call & Response)

(Who pulls the strings?) — NOT THE PEOPLE!
(Who pays the price?) — ALL THE PEOPLE!
(Who broke the trust?) — MISTER LITTLE HANDS!
(What we gonna do?) — TAKE A STAND!

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Hook (BB rhyme, bigger energy)

Bozos in the house — (hands up!)
BOZOS IN THE HOUSE!
Circus tents where the courts get roughed,
Rule of law traded off for clout.
Bozos in the house — (chant it back!)
BOZOS IN THE HOUSE!
When a nation’s led by a jester’s mouth,
Every laugh line carves it out.

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Bridge (DD rhyme, slower, ominous)

This ain’t a game, this ain’t a prank,
This a paper crown at the water tank.
Leaks don’t scream till the hull give way,
Empires rot in a quiet decay.
No throne built on borrowed land,
No future ruled by a single hand.

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Verse 3 (EE rhyme, closing pressure)

Mister Little Hands light fires for cheers,
Call smoke “strength,” call ash “years.”
Hourglass cracked, sand run fast,
Every abuse leaves a shadow cast.
History don’t blink, it records it clean,
Every costume, every guillotine.
When the crowd stop playing along,
That’s when the circus fold the tent and gone.

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Outro (Crowd chant → final line)

(Hey!) Who runs the house?
BOZOS IN THE HOUSE!
(Hey!) How long we let it stand?
TOO DAMN LONG!
(Hey!) What’s the demand?
IMPEACH—
IMPEACH—
IMPEACH MISTER LITTLE HANDS.
IMPEACH—
IMPEACH—
IMPEACH D J T NOW!