Greed, For Lack of a Better Word, is Good
V1:
We’ve got misery and incompletion in a shell
When you say “hell’s got one cut out for”
I just can’t help but think the way
Your sins and regrets put you with me
The stars will dream of the day when
Chances have you into heaven
Come into the bedroom
It’s a day to mark your hearts
Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
Death has done its part
V2:
Spark your young teens with addiction of suffering
No games just dismissal of you
We’re the candidates for apprehension
Count the good deeds and thoughts you raped
We’ve got skulls in our trunk
Love notes thrown out the door
Wrists and pain are married
It’s war or nothing more
Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
And a ballet for a high-class choir
Your insides well-played today
Tomorrow is another high-speed chase
Don’t pay to the speakers
Greed and murder has you swallowed up
End Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
And a bullet for your careless castaway
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
A bullet in the nightshade
So figure out our real names
V1:
We’ve got misery and incompletion in a shell
When you say “hell’s got one cut out for”
I just can’t help but think the way
Your sins and regrets put you with me
The stars will dream of the day when
Chances have you into heaven
Come into the bedroom
It’s a day to mark your hearts
Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
Death has done its part
V2:
Spark your young teens with addiction of suffering
No games just dismissal of you
We’re the candidates for apprehension
Count the good deeds and thoughts you raped
We’ve got skulls in our trunk
Love notes thrown out the door
Wrists and pain are married
It’s war or nothing more
Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
And a ballet for a high-class choir
Your insides well-played today
Tomorrow is another high-speed chase
Don’t pay to the speakers
Greed and murder has you swallowed up
End Chorus:
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
Count the hours that constantly tick away
A bullet in the nightshade
And a bullet for your careless castaway
We’ll be the dreamers who sang off-key
You’ll be the nightmare who bit off our tongues
A bullet in the nightshade
So figure out our real names
steal=you die
