Greed - Flotsam & 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…