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I am a capitalist, I hate to share
I am opulent, this is worth my flair
I am the one percent that is worth your fifty
This must be the artistry of the ingenious and thrifty 

I am just a bull who stepped out of the herd
I studied its weakness and found my perch
I climbed and cut off the rundles from the ladder
I sit grinning at the top of my skyscraper

I watch the working class from my throne, grinding for wants
They’re always on the move like an army of ants
Like a chase grandmaster I develop these pawns
I pin them to protect my castles by vouching their loans

There they are, I can almost hear them pant
Only I understands this concrete jungle hunt
They graze and bury their head in the pasture
I am alert and crouch before I make a capture 

Give them a wage and a pension, and we are all square
But a loss, a liquidation, a recession is theirs to bear
They pray to heaven, I prey on tax havens
Between my factory and my sanctuary are vast oceans

There is a “CAP”, and an “A-LIST” in “CAPITALIST”
There is a “PRO” and “FIT” in “PROFIT”
I am just like a capital letter standing out in a noun
Just like a capital city separating the seed from the cuff

You think I am a genius, a quick thinker
I am just an ideologue who spoke quicker
Convinced you my mind was far better
What will I be without the hands of labour?

I am a capitalist, I will give you a ballot before a cast vote
I am a capitalist, I will oil a preacher, if it makes me richer
I am a capitalist, I will throw you a banquet for the right tax bracket
I am a capitalist, I will give you a fancy title for the right totals

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