Greed It's really no mystery Where these people come from is so fucking plain to see They fist-fuck the planet and smile And lick their fingers clean Hey You're better than all the rest You're god's special creature Intelligence at it's best You fist-suck the planet in style And lick your fingers clean But now you wake up in a pile of shit Gone is the dream [Chorus:] And you scream but there's no-one there You got to pay your own fare Your dick is sore and you're all alone Hurts like hell when it hits home Now, listen Prepare to suck cock in hell It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell You fist-fucked the planet and smiled And licked your fingers clean As gods come and go You did not make the winning team [chorus] You're god's special little creature
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