Bruisers - Greed Lyrics

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Greed

Greed Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Greed By Bruisers?
The time has come
Come to make a choice Forgotten by our governement I thought it was my voice As the truth starts to become apparent You know it was lies A politicians talent Tats, beer, music our world wide bond In a white collar world They sing a different song When you meet in the street Remember walk proud You made your country strong The system let us down Chorus How many times listen to faces full of lies How Many times going to stand alone not even try It's only time before i hit you right between the eyes Can't waste my time, its my life until i die The reward you get For your aches and pains Is a weekly insult No chance for gains For years you're stuck Between dealers and homeless The Man in the middle Always doing his best Are you still proud Of who & what you are? You can bet your ass The boss likes his new car We go our way and they go theirs Greed takes over And who the f*ck cares The money makers in their pressed wool suits I got sweat on my face And dirt on my boots When you're handing me my last paycheck With a smile on your face Cause your a lying prick The companies going south And are you going with it The bank wants my house and everything in it Seen it in others eyes Like a failure left alone You're a working class hero From the day you were born |
Who Wrote Greed By Bruisers?
Stephen Anderson, Lionel Jr Hunt, O'shea Jackson
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What's The Duration Of The Greed By Bruisers?The duration of Greed is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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