In a dimly lit room where the dust settles thick
Marx reflects what he's heard, his mind twisted and sick
Our three heroes in black, capes are trailing behind
With a board game in hands, creeds and values they grind
Karl is skeptical, with a dark and furrowed brow
What's this game you speak of? 'Cause I do not see how
Such a game could reveal all the secrets untold
Of a system so flawed, of a story so old
But with every turn his scepticism fades
As he builds his empire with the cards that he plays
Properties now amassed, all the symbols of might
His eyes shine full of excessive power in flight
Capitalism is fun
Run proletarians run
Losers lose, come undone
Winners win, always won
Capitalism is fun
Run proletarians run
Losers lose, come undone
Winners win, always won
In the game's final moments, Marx stood tall and proud
Transformation complete, convictions overboard
Capitalism is fun! He declares with a grin
As he embraced the game, his soul was lost in sin
Suddenly flames erupt from large parts of the board
Ringo's smile hard to see, their message underscored
Our seducers are pleased, exchange a silent glance
Karl just watches in shock, his new obsession ablaze
Capitalism is fun
Run proletarians run
Losers lose, come undone
Winners win, always won
Capitalism is fun
Run proletarians run
Losers lose, come undone
Winners win, always won