They're on the screen, they're in the fray
A new complaint every day
With fiery tweets, they play the game
In every loss, they pass the blame
Shouting loud, standing proud
Voices echo, stir the crowd
Wolves in clothes of sheepish grins
Painting foes with their own sins
Oh, it's a rant, it's the rant edition
Always the victim of their own fiction
Witch hunts brewing in their condition
A master class in contradiction
See them weave, watch them spin
A tale where they'll always win
"Fake" the news, "wrong" the facts
In their world, they never relax
Always pushed, never wrong
Their narrative, a siren song
Enemies around every bend
On their anger, they depend
Oh, it's a rant, it's the rant edition
Always the victim of their own fiction
Witch hunts brewing in their condition
A master class in sheer contradiction
Oh, the crowd, it gathers quick
To the tune of every trick
Populists with burning flags
Stuffing sorrows into bags
So hear them yell, watch them wave
Masters in the art to rave
In their echo, truth is lost
But at what unfathomed cost?
Oh, it's a rant, it's the rant edition
Always the victim of their own fiction
Witch hunts brewing in their condition
A master class in contradiction
So hear them roar, watch them claim
Masters in the populist game
In their cries, facts are tossed
Democracy, the real cost