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(written for public wörks)
The sicker the hound dog
The worse his disease
The less that he scratches
The fatter the fleas
The weeds in the garden
Must grow to be seen
To be pulled from their holes in
The rows in between
So bring on the greed
Let some fall to their hands and knees
So we can see
The roaches in the kitchen
The fat politician's
A beggar indeed
Completely sucked in by
The face that he feeds
If he lost all his power
He'd still have his nerve
To keep hold of the gold he stole
From the souls that he serves
Bring on the greed
When some fall to their hands and knees
Then we will see
The roaches in the kitchen
Gathering to feed
These human beings that prey upon us all
They're not like human beings at all
Not like human beings at all
(Solo)
Down on your knees
You've failed the test
You made the grade
It was an 'F'
You selfish mother fucker
Drowning in greed
Just like the rest
You've proved a point
Well more or less
Just like the others
On their knees with you
Shooting the breeze with you
Then going down like you
The sicker the hound dog
The worse his disease
The less that he scratches
The fatter the fleas
Here in the garden
Growing like weeds
Are those that sell out souls for gold
From the rows in between
Bring on the greed
Let some fall to their hands and knees
So we can see
The roaches in the kitchen
Gathering to feed
Those humans that presume to rule us all
Are not like human beings at all
They're not human beings at all..
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