When the Money Dries Up

When the money dries up

When the money dries up

When the fan turns brown

When the pyramid falls

When the pyramid falls

It never falls down

When the light stagnates

Its only fate

Will we stay alive

Will it trickle all down

Will it save this town

The answer won’t surprise

Blame the teachers, blame the poor

Just blame nothing but the court

Keep your hands off the elite

Blame the blue hair and pronouns

Blame your jesters and your clowns

But the kings stay above your feet

Blame the teachers, blame the poor

Just blame nothing but the court

Keep your hands off the elite

Blame the blue hair and pronouns

Blame your jesters and your clowns

But the kings stay above your feet

Money soaked in blood

More investing, more funds

The economy’s in love with you

But when the coastlines flood

When the coastlines flood

When the waves catch up with you

We’re tired of being under your boot heel

We’re tired of being under your boot heel

Blame the workers, blame the homeless

But don’t question money motives

Keep your hands off the elite

Blame those you think will go to hell

Blame the socialists as well

But don’t question the elites

How dare you question me

Everybody’s begging for the guillotine