(This song is dedicated to all the puppet zombies
Of wall street and their corporate masters who
Pull their strings
In brazil we have macumba
In Haiti they've got vodoo dolls
And when you go to New Orleans
They try to scare you out cha drawers)

The puppet zombies down on wall street
They are not a special kind
From Singapore to city of London
They will rob your pension blind
They can fly through space and time,
Your mind
Your time, your mind

(But we are brasileiros from São Paulo and we
Don't believe in all that jive
'cause we know that the only zombies are just a
Bunch of corporate swines)