Ladies and gentlemen, saints and sinners,
borrowed faces and broken winners…
Step right up. Step right in
Tonight, we lose on purpose

I’ve got a drum for your conscience and a bell for your fear,
I’ve got a laugh that sounds like "nothing matters" in your ear
Bring your grief, bring your debts, bring your dull little days,
I’ll wrap them up in ribbons, set them spinning in a blaze
The streetlights are lanterns, the alley is a stage,
Every rule is a paper crown to tear in childish rage
You want a reason? Buddy, reasons are for dawn—
Here we sell the moment like a mask you put on

Hands up, heads down,
Let the serious drown
If the world is a courtroom,
we’ll burn the docket now

Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Welcome to the riot of joy!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Come be the crownless boy!
Throw your shame in the air, let it burst into light,
We’re the choir of "who cares" in the belly of night!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Confetti guillotine!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Cut clean, cut mean, cut the scene!
If tomorrow wants blood, let it wait at the gate—
Tonight we are loud enough to rewrite fate!

Da-da-da, stomp-stomp-stomp!
Da-da-da, sing-sing-sing!
Forget your name, forget your rank—
Kiss the dirt, then kiss the king!

I sell you cheap salvation in a carnival grin,
A little spinning courage in a paper-thin skin
I’ve got a booth for your ego, a ride for your doubt,
A tunnel where your moral compass gets turned inside out
We crown a drunk as royalty, we bless a liar’s kiss,
We clap for every bad idea that ever tasted like bliss
The priests are wearing clown paint, the judges juggle knives,
And everyone’s forgiven for the crime of being alive

Hands up, heads down,
Let the serious drown
If the world is a courtroom,
we’ll burn the docket now

Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Welcome to the riot of joy!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Come be the crownless boy!
Throw your shame in the air, let it burst into light,
We’re the choir of "who cares" in the belly of night!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Confetti guillotine!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Cut clean, cut mean, cut the scene!
If tomorrow wants blood, let it wait at the gate—
Tonight we are loud enough to rewrite fate!

Listen, listen… (shh)
This is how empires survive:
Give the hungry a parade,
give the tired a drum,
give the angry a target made of straw—
and call it "fun"

We hang an effigy of "Problem" in the square,
We throw our voices at it like we’re throwing chairs
We laugh so hard the question dies in the throat,
We dance so fast the truth can’t stay afloat
I’m not your enemy—
I’m your distraction with a smile
I’m the shortcut around despair
that keeps you lost in style

Step-step, stomp-stomp,
Clap-clap, don’t stop
Drink-drink, don’t think,
Blink-blink, sink-sink

Who needs answers when you’ve got fireworks?
Who needs justice when you’ve got drums?

The brass gets sharp, the crowd gets wild,
The grown-ups turn to feral child
You trade your spine for a shouted hook,
You burn your future for the way I look
And under the laughter, under the roar,
Something small is crying for more… and more… and more

Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Welcome to the riot of joy!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Come be the crownless boy!
Throw your shame in the air, let it burst into light,
We’re the choir of "who cares" in the belly of night!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Confetti guillotine!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Cut clean, cut mean, cut the scene!
If tomorrow wants blood, let it wait at the gate—
Tonight we are loud enough to rewrite fate!

Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Make a god of the noise!
Hey! Hey! (Hey!)
Sacrifice your poise!
Spin till your morals turn to glitter and dust,
Sing till your doubts learn to rust!
And if the morning shows up with its clean, cruel face,
We’ll boo it off the stage, we’ll spit in its grace!
Because we don’t solve the sorrow—
we simply make it sing…
We don’t fix the world—
we make it swing!

Step right out
Take your mask
Keep the ache
And tell the daylight you were happy
Even if you weren’t