Monday, June 6, 2011


Our mistakes pack in hijacked planes

A trip to piss on our founding father's graves

In a perfect world we would leave our jobs midday

Beat off onto the Orwellian cameras

Burn down every bank and corporate headquarters

But no, we derive too much pleasure from our money fetish

Dollars tossed at us like cheap, smelly hookers

Syphilis denying us our own strength

To kick in the head of Capitalism's ugly body

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