I’ve got a shiv for an attitude,
A couple of daggers in my eyes for you.
I’ve got a hat pin in my spine,
Watching you s** it dry,
What’s your f**ing point?
You’re a greed machine
With a cement scheme
And we’re burning down your buildings with gasoline
More destruction and more confusion
But your profits keep going up
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away
It’s just a back-slap in the face
Another day, another way
Things just get worse
Gouge them for a dollar
With the dollar getting smaller
So what’s your f**ing point?
You’re a greed machine
With a standard theme
And we’re tearing down your buildings with a brand new scene
More destruction and more confusion
And your profits stop going up
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away
You can distract the people
With a shiny new Apple
And some sh** on TV
Greet the drooling ma**es
With a scandal
Or an actress and her big brand new tits.
You’re a greed machine
With a perfect scheme
And the people think they’re living in a perfect dream
No destruction and no confusion
And your profits start going up
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose I’d walk away