Two, three, four
Pounded with power,
here they come
International loan shark
s backed by the gun
Market -hungry military profiteers
Whose words are a swamp
and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor
Who rob life of its quality
and render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labor camps
Modern slavers and draggers,
champions of freedom
A sinister, cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament
The only response to the
deification of tyranny
A so -called developed nation's
idolatry of ideology
North, South, East, West
You kill the best and you buy the rest
Let's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery
IMF, dirty IMF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain
that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook
with insupportable debts
See the paid -off local
bots and feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies,
shake hands with the fellas
Hoping for business
like a cheap bordello
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of things
the way kids do
One day you're gonna rise
from your habitual feast
And find yourself staring
down the throat of the beast
They call a revolution
It's a glorious,
peaceful revolution
An d IMF, dirty MF,
takes away everything it can get
Always making certain
that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook
with insupportable debt
And they call it democracy
And we call it democracy
And they call this democracy