We built this city
Out of sticks and mud
And paid for it completely
With our sweat and blood
WBTC, on a high place in the swamp
And now it shines so pretty
From the penthouse to the dump
WBTC amid a wilderness
And were taught not to forget we’d be
the ones to build her best
WBTC on mounds of human bones
and with your tears of pity
we could wash her stepping stones
WBTC for the High-and-Mighty’s use
And raised it to civility
With the hangman’s noose
Where a child’s life counts for nothin’
And the Dollar rules
And the House of Justice
Is in a den of fools
And the light of Freedom
Shines from the whorehouse door
And the Police, when you need ’em,
are at the ten-cent store
And the last train to Splitsville
left the station long ago
but the patrons at the Ritz will
ride in limos when they go
WBTC that the One Percent controls
WBTC and we paved it with souls
WBTC, all Creation’s crown
WBTC -- and we can tear it down
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