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 class that will dig their own grave.   Jason masks and Marxist tracts,   hammers and sickles for the children of the corn.