Joe Rockhead - Greed

Introductions were made at the age of fifteen
By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine
Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride
I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die
You wanna come into my house you wanna cut off my hair
Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear
Come up to me and say you'll fill my needs
And then watch me bleed

Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun
Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun
Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied
When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde
Rice paper walking your way to the top of the pile
In a see through world full of cellophane smiles
They come up to you and say they'll fill your need
Then watch you bleed

They got a name for it
Greed