מילים לשיר Greed – Flotsam & Jetsam

Yet another fine music lyric file by: Adrian "Dementia" Brush
emailamb2be2e@panam3.panam.edu 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. You vote for me,
Candiate for always,
NoI'm sly smoothPromises, promises.
Just an open book.
In my region,
I'm liable to try to cut
What do you really want?
Your throat.
To stab another back, To get your way.
What will you pay? And grease the paying palms, You try to rip Me off
And carry on,
I'll bring you down. Kill
That's what
Or be killed.
We're all about.
Money.
To what religion?
Take it off
Off the top, You
Take it
To the bigMake way,
Out the top,
Greed.
That's all they 'stand.
Can make them stop.
Only Death To love to pay.
Kill,
To get your own way
You cross someone's mind
You cut the blood line that
Never mends.
And you, were my Friend.
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 bigMake way,
Out the top
Greed.
That's all they 'stand.
Only Death can make them stop.