Counterfeit

The blood of the rich Will rain down on the poor Drag them out in their suits Ties Strung up like a noose Drag them out by their suits Ties Strung up like a noose Assemble the masses Fill in the streets We will rise up Set fire to greed Torches in hand Eyes set aflame We'll burn them all down We'll burn them all down Success is not final Failures not fatal Stock the fires with dollars The flames will grow higher Gas filled bottle in hand Two steps back with a cocked fist The time has come Set fire to the banks Engulf them in flames May every last dollar burn Let the ashes disperse The mighty will fall The poor will reclaim Let the bastards burn Let the bastards burn