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Sympathy for the Bears
(to the tune of “Sympathy for the Devil”)
Verse 1
Please allow me to introduce myself,
I’m a trader with no clue.
I shorted Bitcoin a thousand times,
And watched my debts accrue.
I was there when Peter Schiff
Declared, “Gold’s the only way!”
But while his tweets were raining down,
Bitcoin flew to 100K.
Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, I short the pumps,
And I lose the same!
Verse 2
I joined in Schiff’s eternal rants,
“BTC has no real use!”
But gold just sat there looking shiny,
While Bitcoin cut me loose.
I sold my stash at ten K flat,
Said, “It’s dead, just like before!”
Then watched you hodlers ride the wave,
And laugh as bears went poor.
Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, my golden idol,
Brought me only shame!
Bridge
Peter shouts, “It’s going to zero!”
While stacking his fool’s gold bars.
Yet every tweet is a public L,
As we hodl past the stars.
Verse 3
So if you see me on TV next,
Beside Schiff’s eternal sigh,
Just know we’re bitter, broken bears,
Who watched the moon pass by.
I mocked your laser eyes and memes,
Called wallets “magic dust.”
Now I’m left holding nothing but,
A pile of broken trust.
Final Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, my bearish ways,
Lit a fiery flame!
Outro
Every Schiff still clings to gold,
Every bull just rolls their eyes.
Bitcoin laughs from 100K,
While Peter writes more lies.
Ad-lib fade-out
“Gold’s real money!”
“Bitcoin’s a bubble!”
“Wait… can I pay rent in sats?!”
(to the tune of “Sympathy for the Devil”)
Verse 1
Please allow me to introduce myself,
I’m a trader with no clue.
I shorted Bitcoin a thousand times,
And watched my debts accrue.
I was there when Peter Schiff
Declared, “Gold’s the only way!”
But while his tweets were raining down,
Bitcoin flew to 100K.
Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, I short the pumps,
And I lose the same!
Verse 2
I joined in Schiff’s eternal rants,
“BTC has no real use!”
But gold just sat there looking shiny,
While Bitcoin cut me loose.
I sold my stash at ten K flat,
Said, “It’s dead, just like before!”
Then watched you hodlers ride the wave,
And laugh as bears went poor.
Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, my golden idol,
Brought me only shame!
Bridge
Peter shouts, “It’s going to zero!”
While stacking his fool’s gold bars.
Yet every tweet is a public L,
As we hodl past the stars.
Verse 3
So if you see me on TV next,
Beside Schiff’s eternal sigh,
Just know we’re bitter, broken bears,
Who watched the moon pass by.
I mocked your laser eyes and memes,
Called wallets “magic dust.”
Now I’m left holding nothing but,
A pile of broken trust.
Final Chorus
Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guessed my game.
Oh, my bearish ways,
Lit a fiery flame!
Outro
Every Schiff still clings to gold,
Every bull just rolls their eyes.
Bitcoin laughs from 100K,
While Peter writes more lies.
Ad-lib fade-out
“Gold’s real money!”
“Bitcoin’s a bubble!”
“Wait… can I pay rent in sats?!”