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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