Adrian "Dementia" Brush
 email=amb2be2e@panam3.panam.edu


*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............