Original lyrics
ENNo-one really gives a fuck about your profits.
They're busy searching for a ghost, a hypothetical threat.
The black prophet, the one making headlines,
One make-believe which doesn't oppress us.
We flatter the men who consume us,
We glorify vultures.
Give them a fucking myth, so they remain asleep.
Idiots will keep drooling and jewel their fucking hands,
With priceless crap they could never afford,
So let's quote henrt ford :
"it is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system,
For if they did, i believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning."
