Pecunia Crux

Withdraw all your cash
And burn it to a pile of ash
Sacrifice it to divinity

Tar and feather the taxman
'Cause he's the one with vile plans
Worship the economic trinity

All of your funds are bleeding
And all of your moves are cheating
Pray away the poor
Give back to the elite
Worship your cross that's made of gold

Global market scheme
I'm living the American Dream
GDP measures your lack of faith

Income bleeding dry
Just throw me in a hole to die
I'll care about what's right after I'm paid

All of your funds are bleeding
And all of your moves are cheating
Pray away the poor
Give back to the elite
Worship your cross that's made of gold

I'll increase your taxes and deduct your pay
I know you've been sinning and tonight you better pray
I rise today

All of your funds are bleeding
And all of your moves are cheating
Pray away the poor
Give back to the elite
Worship your cross that's made of gold



Credits
Writer(s): Bad Luck No Luck Adkinson, Tyler Scott Stephens
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