A lyrical protest against corporate leaders who chase profits over values and hide behind PR departments. The speaker demands real courage instead of performative activism, repeating that cowards deserve no applause and true leadership means standing tall, not crawling.
There was an orange clown with a crooked grin, told the boardroom wipe that rainbow off your skin, and suits in silence bowed their heads. Trading values for contracts and comfort instead. We still believe, they said behind the scenes, while they ran. Face the lines on corporate streets. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. No applause for cowards, no cheers for the fake. When you sell your soul for the quarterly stake, you strip your colors, play it small, but silence screams the loudest call. No applause for cowards. Stand up or lose it all. We joined your cause 'cause your Facebook clout. Now you whisper shame behind a compliant crowd. We gave our voice, we gave our pride, and watch it buried just to please one side. We see your ads, we hear your pitch. You market pride, then flip the switch. But we remember what you chose to drop, and when you bend, we make it stop. Leadership means standing tall, not crawling when they You can't outsource courage to comms or legal. Either you lead or you'll last. Leadership means standing tall, not crawling when they call. You can't outsource courage to comms or legal. Either you lead or you'll last. No applause for cowards, no place to pretend. If you fall for power, You'll lose in the end. We won't forget, we won't play along. Your silence rewrote every song. Speak up or get out of the way. 'Cause values live what flow can say. What flow can say. What flow can say.
