Verse 1: In the wild west where the pixels play, Folks toss their coins in the strangest way. Chasing dreams in the digital glow, Hoping for riches from the crypto flow. Chorus: All aboard the hype express, Pumping tokens, in a digital mess. Believing they've found the golden fleece, But are they wise or just leasing peace? Verse 2: Betting farms on a fairy's breath, In a digital dance with financial death. But let's face facts, let's not digress, Most of these tokens are a sheer guess. Chorus: Riding waves on the cyber sea, Sky-high hopes, but what will be? Dreaming of gold in a digital fold, But is it a treasure or just cold? Bridge: Straight talk now, let's not diverge, Most tokens at the value verge. Like choosing dinner at a dog's feast, It's a gamble, to say the least. Verse 3: Forget the craze, the digital haze, Invest in laughs, in tangible ways. A piece of 'art', a real jest, A bona fide turd, beats the rest. Outro: At least it's real, you can't deny, A solid choice, when dreams fly high. In the digital west, where echoes hum, Remember real laughs, when the day is done.
