Bretton Woods Audit

1944, Mount Washington Hotel,

Forty-four nations locking up the cartel.

They fixed the dollar to the weight of the gold,

And inside the ledger, the global south was sold.

Harry White was smiling, Keynes lost the debate,

And the IMF was born to dictate the fate.

Structural adjustment! Structural adjustment!

Austerity measures for the children's nourishment!

Privatize the water, deregulate the soil,

Keep the local labor spinning for the foreign oil!

REFRÃO

This is the audit of the Bretton Woods line!

Your monetary peace is a colonial design!

You print the paper, we carry the debt,

But the accounting of the basement is a trap you haven't met!

Audit the bank! Audit the gold!

The sovereignty of nations is not to be sold!

Debt-to-GDP, the invisible whip,

Sinking the cargo of the sovereign ship.

You call it development, you call it aid,

But it’s just the same empire in a new corporate shade.

got the numbers, got the fuzz,

We are dismantling the system just because!

REFRÃO

This is the audit of the Bretton Woods line!

Your monetary peace is a colonial design!

You print the paper, we carry the debt,

But the accounting of the basement is a trap you haven't met!

The dollar is our currency... but it is your problem.