(Verse 1) They preach from stages under bright marquee lights, Talking revolution in designer whites. Private cars to the climate show, First-class seats where the people don't go. They curse the rich every chance they get, Then cash another government check. (Pre-Chorus) Raise your glass, don't spill the wine, The revolution starts... right after dinnertime. (Chorus) Champagne socialists, living high on the hill, Talking 'bout equality, but somebody pays the bill. Capitalism's evil... until the check arrives, Funny how the system keeps their dreams alive. Build nothing. Risk nothing. Still they're first in line. Long live the revolution... On vintage ninety-nine. (Verse 2) It was "millionaires and billionaires" every single day, Then the million came and the million went away. Now it's billionaires standing in the dock, Funny what can change with a bigger stock. They'll sell you guilt and call it grace, While smiling for the cameras at another fundraiser's place. (Pre-Chorus) Every speech is fire and brimstone bright, Every after-party lasts all night. (Chorus) Champagne socialists, dressed in tailored threads, Fighting for the workers from luxury hotel beds. They'll tell you profit's poison, wealth should disappear, Just don't touch the royalties they're earning every year. Build nothing. Risk nothing. Tell the rest to share. It's easy giving someone else's fair. (Bridge) They hate the boardroom, hate the bank, But love the book deals and the speaking rank. They toast the cause with crystal glass, Then ride away in a chauffeured class. "If you're successful, pay your share!" Just don't ask what's sitting over there. (Guitar Solo) (Final Chorus) Champagne socialists, raising crystal high, Selling dreams of equal stars beneath unequal skies. The market made them famous, The spotlight made them kings. They curse the hand that built the stage, Then ask for one more string. Build nothing. Risk nothing. Still they take the bow. Long live the revolution... Who's paying for it now? (Outro) They'll preach against the ladder Standing on the top, Waiting for the music... Never wanting it to stop.
