When It Hits Home by Entombed
Greed, it's really no mystery
Where these people come from
Is so fucking plain to see
They fist-fuck the planet and smile
And lick their fingers clean
Hey, you're better than all the rest
You're God's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of shit
Gone is the dream
And you scream but there's no one there
You got to pay your own fare
Your dick is sore and you're all alone
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