A Bitcoiner Can Survive
Hank Nakamoto
The Fourth turning says it's a crisis time
And the block subsidy she's a-goin' dry
The interest is up and the Stock Market's down
And you get wrench attacked if you have no OpSec
I live in a citadel, you see
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, a Cold Card, and a 4-wheel drive
And a Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
I can stay humble all day long
I can stack sats from dusk 'til dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own Great Ghee, too
Ain't too many things these bitcoiners can't do
We make Hodl Butter and Peony Lane wine
And a Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
Because you can't starve us out
And you can't make us run
'Cause we're them Bitcoiners raised on cypherpunks
And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am"
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies
And we can run a node; we can mine a block
And a Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just fuckin maxi
My grandpa taught me about sound money
And his taught him to play fiat games
He used to send me pictures of NFTs
And I'd send him some Peony Lane wine
But he was killed by a man with a $5 wrench
For 43 fiat units my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some beech nut in that dude's eyes
And shoot him with my old .45
'Cause a Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them Bitcoiners raised on cypherpunks
And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am"
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
And we can run a node; we can mine a block
And a Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
A Bitcoiner can survive
Bitcoiners can survive
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