What's that smell? It smells like Hell. Nothing cool will happen here Till the Devil comes riding through. It's time for Him to harvest the souls Of his misbegotten fools; Who affect to believe His Satanic lies On the virtues of free enterprise. They smirk and smile and prance around, And tell us to worship cash; We're supposed to forget too quickly That the system totally crashed. The system's psychopathic Is what the psychologists say; But the powerful are indifferent, As long as they make it pay. 'Greed is good' is the watchword Of Lucifer's acolytes; But greed is really only greed, They're a bunch of lying shites.