Cocktail Camouflage Video (MV)

[Intro]
Clinking glasses, fake laughs, hashtag activism
Welcome to the revolution, sponsored by capitalism

[Verse 1]
Sipping on a twenty-euro drink, preaching 'bout the poor
Posting black squares on Instagram, but never leaving your comfort zone, for sure
Got your tote bag full of moral high ground
Talking 'bout the system while you're living uptown
"Check your privilege," you say with that Rolex on display
Organic, fair-trade cocktails, that's the price you'll gladly pay

[Chorus]
Cocktail camouflage, hiding in plain sight
Pretending that you're woke while keeping everything white
Cocktail camouflage, such a perfect disguise
Trading real action for social justice lies

[Verse 2]
Used to be a punk bar where the misfits would meet
Now it's all exposed brick walls and overpriced petit treats
You're discussing Marx between mojitos and mai tais
While gentrification pushes families out, but that's fine, right?
"Eat the rich," you tweet from your iPhone 13
But darling, look around, you're exactly what you claim to hate, it seems
Virtue signaling's your favorite sport
Another round of drinks, another cause to support

[Chorus]
Cocktail camouflage, hiding in plain sight
Pretending that you're woke while keeping everything white
Cocktail camouflage, such a perfect disguise
Trading real action for social justice lies

[Verse 3]
"Did you hear about the protest?" Yeah, you saw it on the 'gram
But you were too busy at brunch to give a damn
Your activism's aesthetic, just another trendy look
Like that Chomsky on your shelf you never f*cking took the time to read or took
You're so concerned about the world's demise
While sipping drinks with names that culturally appropriate and colonize
The irony is thick like your trust fund, bro
Playing savior in this bourgeois show

[Bridge]
You're all talk, no walk
Designer rebellion, boutique revolt
Champagne socialist, that's your aesthetic
Making change? Nah, you're just pathetic

[Outro]
So raise your glass to the revolution
That never leaves these four walls
Your conscience clean like your pressed collar
While real change dies in alcohol
Cocktail camouflage...