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