In America's heart, a fiery eye,
A vision of greed, so dark and sly.
"All wealth for me," echos capitalist's cry,
"And let the workers toil, till they die."

One west to rule them all, and in capitalism, bind them,
In chains of debt, poor souls find themselves in.
The dragons of industry breathe fire down below,
As profits soar, while people drown in woe.