When It Hits Home

Greed It's really no mystery

Where these people come from is so ******* plain to see

They fist-******* the planet and smile

And lick their fingers clean

Hey You're better than all the rest

You're god's special creature

Intelligence at it's best

You fist-suck the planet in style

And lick your fingers clean

But now you wake up in a pile of *******t

Gone is the dream [Chorus:]

And you scream but there's no-one there

You got to pay your own fare

Your ******* is sore and you're all alone

Hurts like hell when it hits home

Now, listen

Prepare to suck ****** in hell

It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell

You fist-****** the planet and smiled

And licked your fingers clean

As gods come and go

You did not make the winning team [chorus]

You're god's special little creature