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America, America
America, America
America, America
America, America
America, America
God shed his grace on 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 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 (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (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 (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (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 are nothing more to them
Than a snap financial decision
Blinded by a TV screen
All hail the American Dream

And woe to thee
A life empty
If we hold this dear
Then lose our fear
America wake up

America, America
God shed his grace on thee

In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)
In comes the flood (in comes the flood)
Wake up America (America)

(America, America)
(God shed his grace on thee)