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The Banksta Internationale
WilliamBanzai7
May You Bail Me Out Again Day
Arise ye fellow swindlers from ye golden slumbers
Arise ye take ye what ye want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last starts the age of: “Yes we can”.
Away with all your trading superstitions
Fellow swindlers and Ponzi artists arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old fiduciary traditions
And spurn our sacred client trust to steal the Ponzi prize.
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
No more distracted by legal infractions
As crony tyrants we'll make more
Those prosecutor fools will take no action
They love us banks and love that porn
And if those precious metal cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us with their gold and silver vise
They soon shall hear the bailout bullets flying
Well shit, the Police and Pols are all on our side.
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
Lord Croesus from on high delivers
All faith have we in the Prince of Disappear
Our own right to scam the money givers
Gains of sacred greed and fear
We the thieves will never disgorge our booty
And give it back to the unhappier lot.
Each at the rogues forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the Ponzi iron is hot.
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
So Banksta comrades, come rally
And the last great feast let us face
The Banksta Internationale unites the Swindling race!
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