So if you're smart, you'll disappear
You time is up, your end draws near.

Bankster Bankster, In your Tower
Drunk on Greed, From Paper Power
By your design, You make the cash
You print from air, We print from hash
You killed and robbed, By pen and pad
You took our good, now comes our bad
You built it up, a grand charade
You owe a debt that can't be paid