

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) You don’t need a PhD or a Nobel prize, Just a craving for chaos and the loudest lies. Follow the clown with the tiny little hands, Facts are his kryptonite—he can’t withstand. (Chorus) Oh, the orange menace, he’s got a cult in tow, Truth hits like lightning, and boy, do they blow. Ignite at the sight of a fact being told, Burning up logic like it’s made of gold. (Verse 2) Maps upside down, science in flames, Logic’s a stranger, but they cheer his games. Critical thinking? Nah, that’s too much work, Better grab a flag and smirk, smirk, smirk. (Chorus) Oh, the orange menace, he’s got a cult in tow, Truth hits like lightning, and boy, do they blow. Ignite at the sight of a fact being told, Burning up logic like it’s made of gold. (Bridge) They wave their hands and clap their eyes, While reality quietly waves goodbye. But every lie has a sunset, every flame goes dim, Facts will rise again—watch the world swim. (Outro) So sing this blues for the easily misled, For ignorance dances while reason is dead. But don’t worry, friend, keep your brain in gear, The truth is patient—it’ll always appear
Tags
male vocals, live, witty, hillbilly banjo, country, bluegrass, folk, rock
4:00
No
9/19/2025