[Intro]
Behind these curtains, yeah, watch 'em all prepare
Powder their faces like they really care
My old man taught me 'bout the game they play
Now I see through their bullshit every damn day
[Verse 1]
Watching daddy fix his clown nose in the mirror
While politicians practice speeches, couldn't be clearer
Same damn show, different costume
Both selling dreams in their dressing room
Press conferences or street corner hustle
Same nervous twitch, same pre-show muscle
They rehearse their lines till they sound just right
Fake laughs, fake tears, keep it looking tight
[Chorus]
Got a backstage pass to this circus show
Where the truth ain't what they want you to know
All these puppets dancing on their strings
I see the hands that pull, I hear the brass rings
(Yeah, I got that backstage pass)
[Verse 2]
My pops would pace around our tiny flat
Mumbling punchlines, adjusting his hat
Now I watch these suits do the same damn thing
Practicing their bullshit till the bell ring
Focus groups or crowd reaction
Both just looking for that satisfaction
They paint their faces with practiced smiles
Selling you stories, stacking their piles
[Bridge]
It's all an act, but who's the bigger clown?
The one who admits it or the one wearing the crown?
At least my father knew he was playing pretend
These politicians think their lies never end
[Outro]
So take your backstage pass and follow me
Behind the curtain is all you need to see
'Cause in this circus, we're all getting played
Some just admit it, others get paid