Stock Market Meltdown - The Morbidly Rich Call It "Happy Hour"

They pour the scotch, they clink their glass, They buy up stocks while you collapse. A crisis means it’s time to play, Another fire sale today.

(Verse 1)
Sirens wail, the market’s crashing,
Families cry while fortunes vanish.
Jobs are gone, the banks foreclose,
But the Morbidly Rich just strike a pose.

(Pre-Chorus)
They pour the scotch, they clink their glass,
They buy up stocks while you collapse.
A crisis means it’s time to play,
Another fire sale today.

(Chorus)
Stock market meltdown? It’s Happy Hour!
Pour the drinks, feel the power.
You lose your home, they buy some more,
Laughing as they lock the door.

(Verse 2)
Your 401(k)’s been turned to dust,
Your savings drained, your dreams combust.
You check the news, your stomach twists,
They check the price of Rolex wrists.

(Pre-Chorus)
They raise a toast to hard times coming,
For them, it’s just the money running.
They hedge the bets, they rig the game,
The market falls, they call your pain.

(Chorus)
Stock market meltdown? It’s Happy Hour!
Pour the drinks, feel the power.
You lose your home, they buy some more,
Laughing as they lock the door.

(Bridge)
Short the stocks, then sell the fear,
Crash the market, shift the gears.
Double down, then buy it cheap,
While working folks can’t get to sleep.

(Verse 3)
They cheer each time the Dow goes red,
Because to them, that means more bread.
While you’re drowning, they’re getting fat,
And that’s the way they planned it, Jack.

(Final Chorus)
Stock market meltdown? It’s Happy Hour!
Pour the drinks, stack the towers.
Recession’s pain is their champagne,
They’ll do it all again, and again.

(Outro)
Glass is raised, the markets break,
Your loss is just their give-and-take.
So while you fight to keep the lights,
They drink to yet another night.