G-R-E-E-D
It’s a disease and they’re all green
It emminates from their being
Agitation with occupation
And like weeds with big leaves
Stealing light from what’s beneath
Where they have more Still they take more
Course I know Then I don’t
There’s a stoway with my throat It’s deceiving
I don’t believe him
We can scream out our doors
Behind the wall a fat man snores
In his dreams he’s choking on leaves
Well I guess there’s nothing wrong with what you say
But don’t sell me There can’t be better ways
Tell the captain This boat’s not safe, and we’re drowning
Turns up he’s the one making waves Waves Waves
I said there’s nothing wrong with what you say
Believe me just asking you to sway
No white or black just grey Can you feel this
world with your heart and not your brain
G-R-E-E-D
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