Verse 1 We built our empire on a promise thin, Call it freedom, let the game begin. Stacking gold while the wages crawl, Private jets over crumbling walls. We raise a toast to quarterly gains, While someone else absorbs the pains. Verse 2 We say it’s risk, we say it’s drive, Only the strongest ones survive. Cut the staff, increase the shares, Smile like no one’s even there. If the ladder breaks below, Not our fault — that’s how markets go. Verse 3 We fund the laws that shape the land, Invisible but close at hand. Deregulate and privatize, Dress up greed in clever lies. “Growth for all,” the slogan reads, But growth just feeds our private needs. Verse 4 We brand ambition as a virtue bright, Turn long workdays into pride. Burnout dressed in noble names, Debt becomes the worker’s chains. If you stumble, you’re to blame, That’s the logic of the game. Verse 5 We think of us before the rest, Call it strategy at best. Every deal a battlefield, Compassion’s just a weaker shield. First in line, that’s our creed, Planting profit, harvesting need. Bridge But listen close beneath the noise, Beyond the graphs and polished poise— A quiet crack runs through the throne, Built on backs not made of stone. If all we do is take and take, What kind of world are we awake to make? Outro (optional refrain) We think of us, we say it’s wise, But truth is hard to privatize. When every heart is turned to sum, What are we when the bill comes?
