Paroles de Greedman

Greedman, so unkind
Greedman, i think you've lost your mind
You're nothing but a landmine in the fields of love
You call yourself successful
You feel yourself untouchable
You see yourself infallible
But the mirror says fools
Looking very closely we see you're a clown
All dressed looking real fake always putting others down

Listen to my reason
There's no room left for treason
There's just a few more seasons left for the kill
You'll do anything for dollars
Kill everything for power
Do everything to shower you colleagues with strain
And when it's all over all of you will be sucked under
You better run for cover 'cause there's nowhere left to hide
Greedman

You make others lie
Always for a dollar
But ten fold will come back in your final hour
And when it's all over a third will be sucked
The rest will be nestled with shelters of sand
All you care about is money
All you care about is glory
All you care about is that dirty, filthy cash
Greedman
Greedman
Greedman
Greedman, alright...