Kids at all cost... But an absence of true love The license to breed... We have taken advantage of I've got fifteen kids... can't feed my family No
? What's the point in crying, With the rain beating down on your head? Greed. Hate. Lust. Divide. Disgust. Distrust. Happiness comes in a pill, From a fifteen
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 the good
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 the
you'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,
you send them away I have a few billion Not much to me I need a lot more Thanks to my greed Have fourteen houses And fifteen cars Lay back in my mansion
't own me! You don't own me! I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream. It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
hi-i-igh...i-yi-yi-yi-yi! (instrumental) Is not propaganda destroying the minds of the young? The cover-up continued for power and greed in all
Intro: Ragen] Hold my own [Grouch:] I pass now and maybe have fun later Sacrifice feeling nice the outcome's layered Surface is so centered 'round greed
wid us then you a victim We stay tight like killers up north a new religion The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves Impossible greed throughout
how 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
grown up in owner-occupied homes With total acceptance of technology, global warming and terrorism Our whole society has been based on consumerism for the past fifteen
shit, 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
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
beat your woman till you see tears? Got your children living in fear, How you gonna wash the blood from your hands? Selling debt to fiends Barely fifteens
the punk rockers, I ain't lying, Fake guns, fake bands, Fake punk, I ain't buying, Hit the road, All I know, Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen