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

 Our new god is on the hill

 "The Almighty" Dollar Bill

  

 I want to burn down Wall Street, 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

 Wake up America

 In comes the flood

 Wake up 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 for the scraps

 We've let our conscience lapse

 By turning cash into a god

  

 In comes the flood

 Wake up America

 In comes the flood

 Wake up 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 seams

 Our lives nothing more to them

 Than a snap of financial decision

 Blinded by a TV screen

 All hail the American Dream

  

 And woe to thee

 Our life empty

 If we hold this dear

 Then lose our fear

  

 America

 Wake up

  

 In comes the flood

 Wake up America

 In comes the flood

 Wake up America

 In comes the flood

 Wake up America

 In comes the flood

 Wake up America