Greedman, so unkind Greedman, I think you've lost your mind You're nothing but a landmine in the fields of love You call yourself successful You feel yourself untouchable You see yourself infallible But the mirror says fools Looking very closely we see you're a clown All dressed looking real fake always putting others down Listen to my reason There's no room left for treason There's just a few more seasons left for the k** You'll do anything for dollars k** everything for power Do everything to shower you colleagues with strain And when it's all over all of you will be s**ed under You better run for cover 'cause there's nowhere left to hide Greedman You make others lie Always for a dollar But ten fold will come back in your final hour And when it's all over a third will be s**ed The rest will be nestled with shelters of sand All you care about is money All you care about is glory All you care about is that dirty, filthy cash Greedman Greedman Greedman Greedman, alright...