.(America, America, I shed these words for thee)
All hail Praises be to thee
Oh ye paper deity
As we hail our sacred cow
To the bankers we will bow
Endless profit from their wars
Making slaves of all the poor>
Our new god is on the hill
The Almighty dollar bill
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