By the light of the moon comes a flood of emotion Riley B. King, be the king of the ocean He's royal blue like the deep blue sea Riley B. King He's a king without a castle or crown And every night he lays his body down In a different town but one thing

In comes the flood Wake up America (America, America, I shed these words for thee) 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