Crisis, what crisis? he asked, looking on,

There is no crisis; it’s a part of the plan,

A plan to tax you for all you are worth,

And then some, and more; haven’t you heard?

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A New World Order is coming your way,

A world of plenty, for some, if you do what we say,

Sitting up high, like emperors, we think,

We will dish out pennies to the masses, so dim.

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 You voted for us, what more can I say?

We can do anything we like; it’s the New World Order way,

When you voted us in, you signed away your birth right,

Freedom and liberty and all of that tripe.

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You want to know what my associate has to say?

I’ll get him; here he is, to illuminate your day,

Hello, I am here, now what’s all this fuss?

Haven’t you heard that it’s time to kick ass?

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Taxes, yes taxes, is the answer, I say,

More taxes on the petrol and diesel today,

Heating oil and coal will go the same way,

So also with gas and electricity, I pray.

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When we’ve taxed you so much, you can’t even think,

We will tax you some more, to push you over the brink,

Into poverty, hardship; destruction without hope,

Trapped, burdened by the New World Order yoke.

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Although it’s a quarter to midnight, there still is some hope.

Wake up, wake up, this is certainly no joke,

Politicians and bankers are intent on one thing

Destroying our lives; we must not let them win.

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