| Lyrics: | Yet another fine music lyric file by:
Adrian "Dementia" Brush
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*Greed* by Flotsam and
Jetsam
Greed.
Can't wash your filthy hands.
Now you know
Just where you
really stand.
Competition.
Man against man.
Vicious players,
Game of life
has no plan.
Candiate for always,
You vote for me,
I'm sly
smooth-talking
No-one there to set you free
Promises, promises.
Just an open
book.
In my region,
I'm liable to try to cut
Your throat.
What do you
really want?
What will you pay?
To stab another back,
To get your way.
And
grease the paying palms,
And carry on,
You try to rip Me off
I'll bring you
down...
Kill
Or be killed.
That's what
We're all
about.
Money.
To what religion?
Take it off
Off the top, You
Take it
To the big-time,
Make way,
Out the top,
Greed.
That's all they
'stand.
Only Death
Can make them stop.
Kill,
To love to pay.
You
cross someone's mind
To get your own way
And you, were my Friend.
You cut the blood
line that
Never mends.
What do you really want?
What will you pay?
To stab
another back,
To get your way
And grease the paying palms,
And carry
on.
You try to rip Me off
I'll bring you down!
Kill
Or be
killed
That's what
We're all about
Money.
To what religion?
Take it
off,
Off the top, and You
Take it
To the big-time
Make way,
Out the
top
Greed.
That's all they 'stand.
Only Death can make them stop............ |
