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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