The hands of greed, reaching for more even
if we’re up to our fingers because enough has no meaning
Poor people have seen this before, it’s pure evil
It’s similar or equal, to war with your species
Fights over dollars and coins, hollerin’ noise
We’re rich, with an option of choice, so
We’ll probably pocket each tip like some
Naughty bus-boy after we cause a decoy
Mm.
We love more, we love extra, we love
Lovin’ it all without the pressure, of being in love
With ourselves but with more, we cheat on life
With more so much how do we sleep at night
With more sleeping around like a whore
As cheap as it sounds, more can’t afford to keep us around
for sure, so before our corpses meet underground
Will more become a bore when greed’s running out
And can’t even amount to what we need
To the point where it bleeds out the pores and floods the sea
Of love for more until it breaches ashore
And hands erupts from the sand reachin’ for more
than just more, for life, ‘cause our boat couldn’t keep us
Aboard, while it sinks to the floor
We realized our boat was greed.
And how we kept ourselves afloat, so are we.