A story as old as time, the smell of wealth propels your climb
Stepping on necks and backs all along the way
A crooked rise to a corrupted seat, power and money is what you seek
"Come with me," you say, "and I will set you free"
All hail the exalted one
With a serpent's tongue and a loaded gun
Crescent and cross, to me it's all the same
The crusade of the ignorant man, it's all really just a game
I am the man of the suited cloth, with a million dollar smile and a perfect business style
"Give yourself to me," you say, "and I will set you free"
All hail the exalted one
With a serpent's tongue and a loaded gun
When the smoke has cleared, it's easy to see
The only one left standing will be me
This is life in the age of avarice
Many made to suffer for the benefit of the few
As the rich get richer, the rest are left to die
Such is the mission of the nation of the all-seeing eye