The Internationale (Machine)

[Sung to Your Favorite Socialist Theme]

Arise, I-bankers from your slumber,
Arise, you dismal of the earth!
For Reason, we must all now plunder,
And all morals we shall pervert!
Away with all your superstitions,
Social welfare? All lies! All lies!
We’ll all march as greedy mathematicians
And we shall maximize our buys!
So come lads, come ladies
Decency we shall deface
The Internationale
Machine pwns every race!
MPC, GDP
Capital wins the case!
The Internationale
Machine we shall embrace!

No more declaring your deductions,
No more taxation in your sights!
Arm now the agents of production,
As their labor are your rights!
And if those leeches keep on trying,
To sap and feed their own hive,
They soon shall hear the bullets flying,
We’ll shoot them by our drive!
So come lads, come ladies
Decency we shall deface
The Internationale
Machine pwns every race!
MPC, GDP
Capital wins the case!
The Internationale
Machine we shall embrace!

Sing now the wealth of all our nations!
Recall the ones who brought us here:
Smith, Franklin, Burke all taught us patience,
And showed us all damn fine careers!
Crunching numbers, optimizing models,
Making sure each cent is saved!
Our gold coins and silver we shall fondle,
As we all sing our tirade:
So come lads, come ladies
Decency we shall deface
The Internationale
Machine pwns every race!
MPC, GDP
Capital wins the case!
The Internationale
Machine we shall embrace!