[Intro spoken, over rising synths & guitars] They broke out of the walled gardens, ignored the code of conduct and set sail for the open seas of the terminal. Respected by friends and foes alike, They were called the Oligarchy. [Verse 1] Ditch the suit and tie, we raise the pirate flag, cast off from Cupertino, burn the walled garden down! The captain sets the course, omakase, no doubt. A new sherrif is in town. It runs on a potato, a rusty spud of steel, one config to rule them all, the dotfiles are our creed. Through the shitstorm we sailed and we shipped it anyway — for the mission, brothers: make the desktop ours today! [Pre-Chorus] No commissars on deck, no gatekeepers at the wheel — the clowns went off the rails, to the bottom of the sea! [Chorus] Omarchy — Oligarchy! Hoist the black flag, rule the sea! Omarchy — Oligarchy! Fullfill the Linux Desktop Prophecy (whoa-oh-oh!) [Verse 2] We still have juicy tokens left, so light the engines up, build it fast and ship it — even if it isn't stable! Get the frontier models on and token-max them all, no matter if its Qwen or Fable. We ignore the code of conduct an just drop a nasty tweet, to get friend and foes attention Works everytime some clown complains just double down the heat, we play chess in five dimensions [Pre-Chorus] No commissars on deck, no gatekeepers at the wheel — the clowns went off the rails, to the bottom of the sea! [Chorus] Omarchy — Oligarchy! Hoist the black flag, rule the sea! Omarchy — Oligarchy! Fullfill the Linux Desktop Prophecy (whoa-oh-oh!) [Guitar Solo] shredding twin-guitar harmony [Bridge] We dish out triple-A Linux for free — and trigger Bernie Sanders envy. A refuge from the circus and the clowns — with one hundred twenty percent marketshare-y! (the year of the desktop is NOW!) [Final Chorus key up a third, highest falsetto] Omarchy — Oligarchy! Hoist the black flag, rule the sea! Omarchy — Oligarchy! Fullfill the Linux Desktop Prophecy [Outro] Arch… by the way. QUACK THAT!
