In Comes The Flood
(Robb Flynn - Robb Flynn, Jared MacEachern)
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
Your new god is on the hill
“The Almighty” Dollar Bill
I want to burn down Wall St. 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 over 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 financial decision
Blinded by a TV screen
All hail the American Dream
And woe to thee
This life empty
If we hold this dear
Then lose our fear
America wake up
In comes the flood
Wake up America
In comes the flood
Wake up America
