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