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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Well the headline hit, the lights all changed,
The pundit circus rearranged.
One man’s gone off the rolling stage,
Now everybody’s scanning the next page.
(Pre-Chorus)
Cameras hungry, ready to bite,
Who’ll be the target of tonight’s spotlight?
They tidy their ties, straighten their stance,
Politico tango — now here’s their dance.
(Chorus)
Flip the collar, turn your coat inside,
When the story flips, watch the posture slide.
Outers to innards, showbiz disguise,
Bet they’ll all adjust when the ratings rise.
(Verse 2)
Ben’s on the screen with a practiced gasp,
Lines rehearsed for the camera’s clasp.
“Who’s next?” they whisper, popcorn at hand,
As pundits punt from column to stand.
(Pre-Chorus)
Op-eds sharpened like knives in a drawer,
Sudden virtue, or appetite for more?
The stage is set for the next debate,
Cue the pundit parade — don’t be late.
(Chorus)
Flip the collar, turn your coat inside,
When the story flips, watch the posture slide.
Outers to innards, showbiz disguise,
Bet they’ll all adjust when the ratings rise.
(Bridge)
No reverence here, just a headline chase,
A revolving door in the public space.
They’ll pick a side, then pick it clean,
Performing outrage on the nightly screen.
*(Final Chorus — handclap!) *
Flip the collar, trade the mask for show,
When one star exits, another’s ready to go.
Outers to innards — the same sleight of hand,
America watches the pundits’ quicksand.
Details
GeneratedSep 25, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, alternative rock, punk, emo, pop punk, male vocals, live
Credits
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VeenixEev821
VeenixEev821ModelAria v4
