Crimson Spectre
Crimson Spectre
There is a Spectre haunting capitalism
in its last and dying phase
it's a nightmare on Wall St.
we'll take a pint of blood for every dollar they have made
It's not just the policy
of a few evil men
it's a blood soaked system
and our dead cry out for revenge
Their secret trade deals choke the earth
but, comrades, witness the rebirth
vengeance brewing in our minds
a Crimson Spectre shall cleanse the times
as Lenin lies still preserved,
a listless sleep
though much deserved
the bourgeoisie, their time grows nigh
a Crimson Spectre is on the rise.
They bore very class that will dig their own grave.
Jason masks and Marxist tracts,
hammers and sickles for the children of the corn.
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