Control is the goal 

Control is the goal
Absolute power is our aim
To be the master of the game
To make all the rules
Direct these silly fools
To follow our whim
Not to worship Him
But to worship us
Hold us up as a deity
Extol praise, honor, and fealty
Victuals and rituals
Under tight convictional
Cremation of cares
We owe Moloch all our wares
Throw babies in the fire
Masses wallow in the mire
Global control of economies of scale
US is up for sale
Destruction of the middle class
The Smiths and Joneses can kiss our ass
Break down borders and allow free trade
Give them all foreign aide
Never have to pay it back
As long as they sign these lucrative contracts
Slave labor makes cheaper suits
Tennis shoes and Doc Martin boots
Large offshore accounts filled with tax payer money
That's what happened to our economy
Sip champagne it's really funny
Send the sergeant and the gunny
Make us more foreign money
Oil, infrastructure, defense, the list drags on
A trillion missing from the Pentagon
It's sitting in our offshore accounts
Split it up into huge amounts
A Third for Cheney, a third for me
And a third will last for a century
Keep our private wars
On foreign shores
Going more and more