Red Ink Revolution

Battle Hymn of the Public

I pledge allegiance to my debt
it's the only thing I got left
I sacrifice it on the altar
of the damn god-rich – 
Oh let them drown in the red ink
of our collective scorn
yes let that Red Ink Revolution, darling,
finally be born.
(I'm talking treason, economic treason
 I'm talking treason, will you talk with me?)

Will you take this loan as your wife
servicing her day and night
making sure she's taken care of
even when you die – 
Oh let them drown in the red ink
of our collective scorn
yes let that Red Ink Revolution, darling,
finally be born.
(I'm talking treason, economic treason
 I'm talking treason, will you talk with me?)

Listen to the trees
where the bodies hang,
listen to the streets
where the homeless beg,
listen to the world
and they all whisper – 
'Why are the rich
allowed to exist?'

Do you swear to sell your soul
for everything that you owe
signing away your child's future
'cause you got no choice – 
Oh let them drown in the red ink
of our collective scorn
yes let that Red Ink Revolution, darling,
finally be born.
(I'm talking treason, economic treason
 I'm talking treason, will you talk with me?)

We're the horses in the sky
our revolution has drawn nigh;
we'll hoove the rivers red
with the bodies of our debts.
It's the End Times of the Rich
on the pitchforks of the public,
as the fury of the poor
holocausts the Temples of the Abhorred.