They spend money like it's funny
Borrow like there's no tomorrow
And print dollars like they're going out of style,
It's a Ponzi scheme that they're running
This path they follow brings us sorrow
There's no solace in an outfit so vile.
Big bank takes little bank
We're all subject to the rule
Of whom ever holds the gold,
We suffer angst with little thanks
As they work us like mules
Putting us in a financial choke hold.
Economic terrorists
Playing with the future
And toying with everyone's lives,
Hoping we'll all perish
Preying on us like vultures
In this devilish enterprise.
They sell to the highest bidder
It doesn't matter
Left or right
Whether they're friend or foe
Your financial security
Reminds them too much of freedom
So everything about it must go.