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Lyrics
Verse 1
Turn on the screen, the circus begins,
They’re sellin’ salvation with identical grins.
Big hats, small words, shoutin’ so proud,
Talkin’ bout freedom while milkin’ the crowd.
They dance on fear like it’s solid ground,
Every truth gets lost in sound.
They strum that flag like a country tune,
Sellin’ stars and stripes under the moon.
Pre-Chorus
Bless their hearts, they try so hard,
To look so smart while drawin’ cards.
Chorus
Yeehaw Republic, wave that mic,
Kick that logic off the bike.
Spin that story, twist that fact,
Line em up for the red-white act.
Verse 2
Rhinestone boots on cable news,
Scripted outrage, paid-for views.
Cryin’ bout freedom, sellin’ mugs,
Dancin’ with donors, handin’ out hugs.
They preach the gospel of me, myself, mine,
And bless the rich like it’s holy wine.
Every scandal’s a brand new song,
Auto-tuned but still dead wrong.
Pre-Chorus
Bless their hearts, they fake that frown,
While countin’ clicks on sacred ground.
Chorus
Yeehaw Republic, wave that mic,
Kick that logic off the bike.
Spin that story, twist that fact,
Line em up for the red-white act.
Bridge
Oh, the bagpipes cry and the banjos sing,
While the anchors dance in a plastic ring.
K-pop beat drops, glitter rain,
And they shout “truth like a marketing chain.
Faith for sale, in red sequins,
Streaming live from the house of sins.
It’s a rodeo show of holy deceit,
With a TikTok rhythm and a Nashville beat.
Chorus
Yeehaw Republic, wave that mic,
Kick that logic off the bike.
Spin that story, twist that fact,
Line em up for the red-white act.
Verse 3
Blessed influencers in cowboy hats,
Filter that face, hide the stats.
They sell fear in a mason jar,
Autograph flags like country stars.
Hashtag liberty, selfie with God,
Merch link below, give a wink and a nod.
Fiddle riff fades into neon light,
It’s a headline hoedown every night.
Bridge 2
Hear that whistle, see that grin,
Truth got lost in the algorithm.
Spin the tale, make the lie sound sweet,
Dance it off to a click-track beat.
They bless the mess with a charming drawl,
And sell salvation in shopping malls.
Wave that flag, kiss the crown,
And never let the ratings down.
Final Chorus
Yeehaw Republic, wave that mic,
Kick that logic off the bike.
Spin that story, twist that fact,
Line em up for the red-white act.
Fiddle screams, and the beat drops loud,
They sell the storm and bless the cloud.
Bless their hearts, oh heavens above,
They’re makin’ fools look good enough to love.
Outro (Slow Fiddle Fade with Pop Echo)
Raise your glass, my neon friend,
To the truth they’ll never defend.
From Celtic hills to K-pop towns,
We’ll laugh til their circus drowns.
Bless their hearts, and bless the sound,
Of the yeehaw echo goin’ round."
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