Greed Lyrics - When The Storm Comes Down - 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 office, You vote for me, 

I'm young, smart, smooth-talkin', 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 

To 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 taught 

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 them stop