[Verse 1] Thirty-five dollars to an ounce of gold That's the promise that we sold But dollars flooding overseas While inflation plants its seeds Every choice leads to defeat When impossible worlds must meet [Chorus] You can't have three things at once Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy Pick any two, but not all three That's the trilemma's cruel decree Thirty-five dollars, breaking down When the math just won't add up [Verse 2] Option A: print less money, tighten up Austerity fills the bitter cup Unemployment climbs so high While deflation makes partners cry Still vulnerable to the run When politics says "we're done" [Chorus] You can't have three things at once Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy Pick any two, but not all three That's the trilemma's cruel decree Thirty-five dollars, breaking down When the math just won't add up [Verse 3] Option B: export more than we import Make our trading partners court Internal belt-tightening pain While deflationary pressures reign Partners forced to take deficits Political conflicts never quit [Bridge] Capital controls start to leak Two-tier markets make us weak Official price at thirty-five Free market tells us we're not alive Every patch just buys more time Before the system breaks its rhyme [Chorus] You can't have three things at once Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy Pick any two, but not all three That's the trilemma's cruel decree Thirty-five dollars, breaking down When the math just won't add up [Outro] August fifteen, Nixon's call Bretton Woods begins to fall Thirty-five dollars, just a ghost When three goals matter most
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