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 line stagnates, it's only fate
We will stay alive
Will it trickle all down
Will it save this town
The answer won't surprise
Blame the coutures, blame the poor
Just blame nothing but the cord
Keep your hands off the elite
Blame the blue hair and pronouns
Blame your jesters and your clowns
But the king stays above your feet
Blame the coutures blame the poor
Just blame nothing but the cord
Keep your hands off the elite
Blame the blue hair and pronouns
Blame your jesters and your clowns
But the king stays 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
Will the waves catch up with you
We're tired of being under your good heel
We're tired of being under your good heel
Blame the walkers, blame the homeless
But don't question what the mode is
Keep your hands off the elite
Blame those you think will go to hell, blame the socialist as well
But don't question the police
I'll tell you what you need
Everybody's aching for the guillotine