[Intro]
[Overdriven bass plays the descending motif alone before a heavy drum entrance]

[Verse 1]
Penthouse chair, conditioned air,
He watched the fires from way up there.
Paid for banners, fuel, and stage,
Then called it working-class rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
He bets on panic, sells the cure,
Shakes your hand while profits mature.

[Chorus]
Rich Man's Riot, poor people bleed,
He waters his fortune with somebody's need.
The fist on the poster was leased for the night,
Follow the invoice through the Rich Man's Riot.

[Verse 2]
I guarded glass at the pharmacy door,
My sister's insulin locked in the store.
A man in work boots ordered me home,
Then checked with his lawyer on a satellite phone.

[Chorus]
Rich Man's Riot, poor people bleed,
He waters his fortune with somebody's need.
The fist on the poster was leased for the night,
Follow the invoice through the Rich Man's Riot.

[Verse 3]
Receipts in boxes behind the hotel,
Printer names we knew too well.
The loudest outsider flew in at three,
Then billed every mile to a company fee.

[Bridge]
[Alternating antagonist and worker vocals]

I bought the message.
We carried the bruise.
I left before sunrise.
We swept up the news.

[Break]
[Half-time drums and bass under a single repeated guitar note]

No king in a hard hat.
No saint in a suit.
Follow the money.
Turn on the light.

[Final Chorus]
Rich Man's Riot, poor people bleed,
Now every receipt shows the hand on the deed.
No crown buys anger, no tycoon decides
Whose street becomes ashes in a Rich Man's Riot.

[Outro]
Morning on glass.
Brooms on the block.