Modernism

The religion of our times

Crusading soldiers in business suits

Who use a politician's pen

As a weapon

WHO FREE MARKETS

INSTEAD OF PEOPLE

And march into foreign lands

Chanting T.I.N.A, T.I.N.A, T.I.N.A

There Is No Alternative

As if the enemy's way of life

Is not an alternative

But a manifestation

Of their primitive-ness

Those wicked financial heathens

Must develop

Developing your develop-ness

From newly, slightly, to under

Come worship

The one true god:

Capital

Acknowledge the trinity

Capital

His son Neo colonialism

And the holy IMF

Pray to our saints

The DOW and Wall Street

Partake of our sacrament

The flesh and blood

Of those we sacrafice here

and export there

Pay for our shiny black

Bullet proof SUVs

That guzzle gas

And run over your children

With a tithing of cheap labor

COME BE BAPTIZED

So we may exploit you

In the name of god