Hear the song here.

Fire and water
Earth and air
This is holy ground
Wall Street
Chrysler
IBM
Round and round and round
Love attack them
Break their trance
Change them with this sound

The Triple Witching Hour happens every now and then
When all the black magicians on Wall Street get in the mood
Oh they get in the mood
They make killings in the marketplace
They sacrifice live victims
They hoot and they shout
and they dare God to make them rich
"Dear God, make us rich"

It's the Triple Witching Hour
Do you know where your stockbroker is tonight?
Are your financial biorhythms still in tune with the cosmic flow?
Have you read the Wall Street Journal?
Have you prayed to the demons of prosperity?
Unconditional surrender by the light of the silver moon

High rage (I rage)
pays my wage (I rage) (High rage)
High rage (I rage)
High rage pays my way

The Triple Witching Hour happens every now and then
when all the witches and warlocks on our block get in the mood
We cast hexes on the patriarchs
We laugh at their greed
We hoot and we shout
and we trick them into making us rich
"Dear Goddess, make us rich"

We shall know the hype and the hype shall set us free
That's the cosmic law
When the high priests of technology say jump and shout
we turn it around
Instant gratification's never evil
if you know how to share it all
We'll give the madness of God to you
if you'll give us your money

High rage (I rage)
pays my wage (I rage) (High rage)
High rage (I rage)
High rage pays my way

Do you love money?
Yes I do, yes I do
by the light of the silvery moon
Do you worship money?
Yes I worship all the time
by the light of the silvery moon
Do you conjure money?
Yes I conjure all the time
by the light of Hecate's silver moon
Do you burn money?
I burn it all the time
by the light of the silvery moon