Crimson Spectre - Crimson Spectre lyrics

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 cla** that will dig their own grave. Jason masks and Marxist tracts, Hammers and sickles for the children of the corn.