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Flotsam And Jetsam When The Storm Comes Down Greed Greed can't wash your filthy hands Now we know just where you really stand Competition, man against man. Vicious players, game of life has no plan Candidate for office, you vote for me, I'm young, smart smooth talking, no-one can bullshit me Promises, promises, just another vote. High paid thief in office, sharpened lies cut your throat What do you really want, what will you pay You stab another back, to get your way. And grease the painted palms, all gagged and bound You try to rip me off, I'll bring you down... Kill or be killed that's what we're all about. Money, drugs, religion, they've all got their plots To make it to the big time, then pay off the cops It's greed that motivates them and only death will make it stop Guilt tool of the trade, you crushed someone's mind To get your own way, you were my friend You've cut the bloodline that never ends What do you really want, what will you pay You stab another back, to get your way. And grease the painted palms, all gagged and bound You try to rip me off, I'll bring you down... Kill or be killed that's what we're all about. Money, drugs, religion, they've all got their plots To make it to the big time, then pay off the cops It's greed that motivates them and only death will make it stop "In the voice of Rod Sterling: 'To some it may be very plain but to this person, a very widespread sickening disease. You have entered the twilight zone of K.D.S.'" Kelly |
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