better than everyone They say they say,you're never good enough anyway Better get down on your knees boy Better pray to our god his name is greed
Übersetzung: Fünfzehn. Greed.
to be better than everyone They they say,you're never good enough anyway Better get down on your knees boy Better pray to our god his name is greed They
re aging well" Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard She could poke at the greed, she
: Take, take all you need and I'll compensate your greed with broken hearts sell, and I'll sell your memories for fifteen pounds per year but just
that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin to glority greed
own, Monsieur! VALJEAN Your feelings do you credit, sir And I will ease the parting blow He pays them. Let us not talk of bargains or bones or greed
, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years
I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you
Intro With the N.A.S.A. team, we will take you bodly where no man has ever gone before. We will take you back some fifteen billion years to the beginning
sitting around Spends your money on bombs to promote peace and democracy I was born here . . . This land is their land, this land ain't our land It's based on greed
My certainty will never, never die; You're the only one for me We must not forget the children that will follow The same road that we have paved Our greed
, all they do is drink, smoke and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years
feel and that's part of the deal I'm like Seagal with the steel but harder to kill It's real, big beans up for lettin' me know Fifteen bet and you blow
our own, Monsieur! Valjean Your feelings do you credit, sir And I will ease the parting blow [He pays them.] Let us not talk of bargains or bones or greed
our own, Monsieur! VALJEAN Your feelings do you credit, sir And I will ease the parting blow He pays them. Let us not talk of bargains or bones or greed
shit that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin to glority greed
Kroger parking lot to the Paramount and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath uhh, fifteen
