[Intro]
[Descending guitar motif answered by its new ascending version]

[Chorus]
No Kings, No Clowns, no throne in this town,
No plastic crown while the walls fall down.
No cults, no masters, no knees on the ground,
No Kings, No Clowns. No Kings, No Clowns.

[Verse 1]
Circus tent over the government dome,
Gold cloth shining on cracked paving stone.
Six giant screens fixed the strongman's face,
An empty gold podium waited in place.

[Pre-Chorus]
Applause sign flashed, front seats bare,
The street arrived with receipts in the air.

[Chorus]
No Kings, No Clowns, no throne in this town,
No plastic crown while the walls fall down.
No cults, no masters, no knees on the ground,
No Kings, No Clowns. No Kings, No Clowns.

[Verse 2]
The clerk brought pages, the factory brought steel,
Elena passed water, the photographers kneeled.
My uncle dropped the red hat in flame,
No single hero, every witness named.

[Pre-Chorus]
Spotlights searched through the town,
Nobody bowed to the king or the clown.

[Chorus]
No Kings, No Clowns, no throne in this town,
No plastic crown while the walls fall down.
No cults, no masters, no knees on the ground,
No Kings, No Clowns. No Kings, No Clowns.

[Verse 3]
He entered under prerecorded applause,
Pointed at smoke and declared it was ours.
The crown split open in front of the crew,
Cheap golden plastic and industrial glue.

[Break]
[Drums and bass only beneath lead-and-crowd confrontation]

Who gave you the crown?
You did!
Who owns the law?
We do!

[Bridge]
The strongman looked small without edited frames,
No ticker beneath him supplying our names.
We did not replace him with somebody new,
We opened the doors power boarded from view.

[Instrumental]
[Extended guitar, bass and drum confrontation weaving motifs from earlier tracks]

[Final Chorus]
No Kings, No Clowns, pull the circus tent down,
Let daylight fall on the wires underground.
No cults, no masters, no knees on the ground,
No Kings, No Clowns. No Kings, No Clowns.

[Outro]
[Gang vocals continue over the ascending motif as instruments drop out]

No crowns!
No cults!
Shout back!
Stand up!