We sing your praise.
Millionaires of tomorrow,
Please, your glasses raise.
We burn our minutes, our days, our years,
for the day we shall cry in gold
We burn our wives, our sons, our daughters,
may our left hand not know
who our right hand slaughters.
Let us reap what we did not sow
at the skyscraper banks our altars.
Have mercy on our sleepless nights
when against conscience, our ego fights.
Strengthen our wills!
Deliver us from our bills!
Amen, amen, amen.
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