Introductions were made at the age of fifteen
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By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine
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Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride
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I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die
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You wanna come into my house you wanna cut off my hair
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Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear
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Come up to me and say you'll fill my needs
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And then watch me bleed
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Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun
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Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun
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Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied
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When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde
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Rice paper walking your way to the top of the pile
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In a see through world full of cellophane smiles
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They come up to you and say they'll fill your need
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Then watch you bleed
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They got a name for it
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Greed
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Now I¡¯m rolling through town in that self same limousine
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With a couple of coked up beauties that I ain't never seen
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Oh I feel like I¡¯m on a roll Hyde's doing the talking and I¡¯m outta control
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And what I have learned in ten thousand days
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There's no way out of this fucking maze
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They'll cone up to and say they'll fill your need
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And life is much harder than I thought it would be
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Than when I first heard it explained to me
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When the questions were all simple and all cut and dried
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And they're weren't no talking about the other side
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Well I¡¯m getting sick and tired of the whole damn system
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Line the greedy motherfuckers up and then I¡¯ll cold fist 'em
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Come up and say they'll fill your needs
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Then watch you bleed
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They got a name for it
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Greed
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Greed
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| Joe Rockhead |
