(Verse 1) Built a throne from borrowed fame, Everybody knows how you got your name. Talk real loud like you paved the road, While somebody else carried half the load. Selling outrage by the minute, Every stream's another business in it. (Pre-Chorus) Raise another fist, cash another check, Funny how the system cuts your paycheck. (Chorus) Designer revolution, luxury solution, Preaching class war in designer boots. "Eat the rich!" while the shopping cart grows, Funny where that donation money goes. You hate the game, but love the score, Always talking less while buying more. Red flag flying, credit card swiping, That's your revolution. (Verse 2) A tailored suit with the strongman style, Posing for the camera with a knowing smile. Every lecture's sold as something new, Every hot take made to farm the views. Calling everybody else a fraud, While building a brand on being the product. (Pre-Chorus) Every rant pays premium rates, Funny how success becomes okay. (Chorus) Designer revolution, luxury solution, Talking workers from a marble room. Selling anti-capitalist dreams, Funded by subscriptions, ads, and streams. You curse the market every night, Then cash another check by morning light. Red flag waving, storefront craving, That's your revolution. (Bridge) Never swung a hammer. Never punched a clock. Still you've got a lecture For every loading dock. You wear rebellion like a fashion brand, While someone else built the stage you stand. (Breakdown) More merch! More views! More outrage! More news! Buy! Sell! Click! Repeat! "Down with profit!" Don't skip the receipt! (Final Chorus) Designer revolution, luxury solution, The message changes with the latest trend. If the system's so completely broke, Why's it making you rich in the end? Another stream, another speech, Another mansion just within your reach. Red flag flying, cash still piling— Some revolution. (Outro) The microphone's gold... The message is red... The louder you preach... The greener you're fed. oh and maybe don't shock your dog in its bed.
