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Verse 1
Step right up to the big red tent,
He’s sellin’ miracles, heaven-sent.
Golden towers and dollar signs,
A deal with the devil, read between the lines.
He’s got tonic for your pain and pride,
A cure for the truth you left inside.
With a grin that shines like a neon lie,
He’ll sell you wings, but he’ll never fly.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, he talks in gold, he walks on air,
But the ground’s gone missing under there.
Chorus
He’s the Snake Oil King with a velvet tongue,
Singin’ “trust me, folks like the chosen one.
Pour that potion, pass the hat,
Buy the dream, don’t look at that.
Verse 2
He’s got potions for your deepest fears,
He’ll bottle hope and sell your tears.
Says the swamp’s drained clean and dry,
While he’s swimmin’ in it by and by.
Every promise, a magic trick,
Slicker than oil, colder than slick.
He’ll cure your doubt, he’ll fix your fate,
Just sign your soul and wipe the slate.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, he’s preachin’ loud with a showman’s flair,
While the country burns like he don’t care.
Chorus
He’s the Snake Oil King with a velvet tongue,
Singin’ “trust me, folks like the chosen one.
Pour that potion, pass the hat,
Buy the dream, don’t look at that.
Bridge
Oh, the fiddles cry while the dancers spin,
To the rhythm of the chaos he’s in.
Bagpipes wail like a warning sound,
But he’s still sellin’ miracles by the pound.
“Freedom’s free, he shouts with cheer,
While the cost grows higher every year.
He’s paintin’ lies in stars and stripes,
Auto-tuned in the flashin’ lights.
Chorus
He’s the Snake Oil King with a velvet tongue,
Singin’ “trust me, folks like the chosen one.
Pour that potion, pass the hat,
Buy the dream, don’t look at that.
Verse 3
Step aside, y’all, it’s the circus crown,
Ridin’ high while the ship goes down.
Promises sold by the ounce and jar,
“Make it great! on a broken guitar.
Lipstick slogans, smoke and gold,
The crowd still cheers for the tales retold.
Every scandal’s a brand new show,
Same snake, new oil, the lies still flow.
Bridge 2
He waves that flag, he loves that stage,
A showman trapped in his gilded cage.
The kingdom crumbles, the choir hums,
But he just grins and sells more drums.
Fiddle screams with a pop refrain,
Dancers twirl in the acid rain.
It’s a carnival built on glitter and guile,
And he’ll sell you the end with a salesman’s smile.
Final Chorus
He’s the Snake Oil King with a velvet tongue,
Singin’ “trust me, folks like the chosen one.
Pour that potion, pass the hat,
Buy the dream, don’t look at that.
Spin that lie til the crowd believes,
Trade their hope for worn-out sleeves.
Crown him gold, let the fiddles ring,
All hail the Snake Oil King.
Outro
Oh, the lights fade down, the truth burns slow,
The tent’s still up but the crowds won’t show.
He sold the cure for his own disease,
And rode the storm on the world’s unease.
So raise a glass to the man who’d sing,
For the end of it all, the Snake Oil King.
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