All hail Praises be to thee Oh ye paper deity As we hail our sacred cow To the bankers we will bow Endless profit from their wars Making slaves of all the poor You're new God is on the hill ''The almighty'' dollar bill
I want to burn down Wall st. baby And fan the flames of discontent like hades Saints of red, white and blue Pass bonds of junk to you Our flag has all but bled to green
In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America) In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America)
Live to buy or time to die It's all for sale on credit lines Until the fucking end of time Shackled to the dotted line Oh the market may be free But not for you and me Succumb as we forget To the angel of debt
I don't give a fuck if I'm rich motherfucker We bought that line 'cause we're a bunch of suckers We're fighting over scraps We've let our conscience lapse By turning cash into a God
In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America) In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America)
Moneytheistic religion Saints of the red, white, blue, and green Who dare to inflate my life's interest rate 'Til their rich bellies burst at the scams Our lives nothing more to them Than a snap financial decision Blinded by a tv screen All hail the american dream
And woe to thee This life empty If we hold this dear Then lose our fear America wake up
In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America) In comes the flood (In comes the flood) Wake up america (America)
Compositores: Robert Conrad Flynn (Robb Flynn), Jared Cahill Maceachern (Jared C Maceachern) ECAD: Obra #21521935