When profit shows his face

Our sense of clarity is washed away.

Spinning round the axle of greed,

Don't let the economy stagnate

For it's our creed.



I turn my head away in shame

As you crave for more,

Selling out what is not yours to sell.

We're the pimps of it all.



Living in the decadence of our dignity.

When silver waves his hand,

We kneel so eagerly.

Living in the decadence of our dignity.

We'll sail astray in greed.



What about the exclusive bargain

For the day?

I can satisfy all your needs.

Sell your future and you will profit today,

Do your deeds.