Lyrics
In times of material darkness,
when bankers rule the lands.
Hardship is the common state
that no one understands.
The bankers are a singular beast,
Most like a crocodile swine.
Their eyes are red with avarice.
They're hungry all the time.
There's revolution in the air,
and this much makes no sense.
The bankers are responsible,
and not the governments.
The bankers are the problem.
They are the devil's kin.
They have no human conscience.
The public cannot win.
The bankers are the problem.
They must be taken down.
Strip and tar, and feather them.
Then run them out of town
The bankers buy the governments.
They buy the armies, too,
and with the money that they print,
they war on me and you.
The human mind has been deceived.
They're trapped inside a game.
With bankers holding all the cards.
They got themselves to blame.
It never should have gone this far,
Now, The World is an Animal Farm.
The swine are running everything,
and man... they mean you harm.
The bankers are the problem.
They are the devil's kin.
They have no human conscience.
The public cannot win.
The bankers are the problem.
They must be taken down.
Strip and tar, and feather them.
Then run them out of town.
The time has come to take them down.
The time has come to break the spell.
To kill the dark Satanic mind.
and send it off to Hell
Step back from the big machine.
Don't work, don't vote, don't fight.
Let the darkness eat the darkness,
while you step into the light.
Rothschild and their minions,
drink the blood of humankind
It's the fear you need to lose
and the love you need to find
The bankers are the problem.
They are the devil's kin.
They have no human conscience.
The public cannot win.
The bankers are the problem,
and they must be taken down.
Strip and tar, and feather them,
and run them out of town.
Run them out of town!
Run them out of town!!!
And... FREE PALESTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
