Musical Chairs (When the Money Stops)

[Verse 1] Round and round the markets spin, Profits rise, the game begins. Credit flows like sweet champagne, But when it pops, we feel the pain. Politicians hum their line, Bankers smile — “the numbers shine.” Everyone’s dancing, unaware, ’Til the beat stops mid-air. [Chorus] It’s a game of musical chairs, my friend, When the money stops, that’s the end. Some sit pretty, some despair, No seat left, but nobody cares. We spin, we spend, we all pretend, In this fiscal circus with no end. [Verse 2] Billionaires buy the final seat, Small-town dreams admit defeat. They print more notes to keep the beat, But the rhythm skips — repeat, repeat! Inflation climbs, the poor just crawl, The rich still dance in marble halls. When the melody starts to fade, The truth comes out — we’ve all been played. [Bridge] Freeze the frame, the chairs are gone, The lights go dim, but they play on. Then in the dark, a voice declares, “I’m done playin’ your musical chairs!” [Final Chorus / Outro] So build your own chair, break the floor, Don’t play their game anymore. When the beat returns, make it fair— New song, new rules, new air. It’s a game of musical chairs, my friend, But next time, let the people win in the end.