Spectre - KMFDM

A spectre is rising in the world today

Born of disaster, fed on dismay

From the shackles of slavery, toil and pain

The people are rising to stake their claim

A taste of this whip is all that you’ll need

To keep you in line, keep you down on your knees

We are the bastards of mammon, we’re here to stay

Keep you bowing and scraping 'til your dying day

A spectre is rising from sea to sea

A global solution for a global disease

A spectre is rising from sea to sea

Divided you’re conquered — united we’re free

Miles above you and worlds apart

The bastards of mammon are playing their part

To fatten their bellies and hollow our hearts

Dystopian nightmare — war is art

The face of the master is the face of the whore

Hungry for money, always ready for more.

Hear him scratching just outside of your door

To feed on your children and conquer your shores

One if by land, two if by sea

Three when we find you, down on your knees

Blinded by prophets sick with disease

With holy irreverence, we do as we please