Oh big man in your tower
Splendid ivory structure
Enjoy your golden shower
Before there is a rupture

Bloodsucker, foul demon
Greedy man, gold-addict
Great disgrace, shameless beast

There are three great, noble ways
One is birth-right
Another skill
The greatest labour

But of these, you owe neither
No noble blood, nor godly gift
No raw, blistered hands either
Dishonour, theft are your shift

Widowmaker, vulture
Without honour, graceless
Godless bandit, great scrooge
Rulemaker, manager

You have many vices
Lack of honour
You have no grace
The worst is greed

A man, a human resource
A woman, for you a toy
It is you who took this course
What became of you, oh boy?

You intrigrate, cause struggle
Divide honorable men
And fair, good women alike
Just to feed your money-lust

You earn your silver and gold
Over other people's back
Remember the lies you told
When you sit upon your stack

Backstabber, arse-kisser
Suit-and-tie, Lazy cow
Cold vermin, parasite
Conscienceless, sharp tongue

You are lower than the rats
Who nibble on human shite
One cannot slay your honour
For you've lost it long ago