In Comes the Flood

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