Thursday, April 10, 2008

Drop the interest rate again you bastards
With all the fucked up power that you hold
The world is now starving to death
And you played a major role

The people of the world are revolting
They know you have no soul
Death to all you bastards
With all your wise control

The disease you placed upon us
You made up as a whole
To place your plagues upon us
To kill the lives you stole