| It will never be enough, calling out your bluff
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| As you stain the floor with overflowing cup
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| You can put away your stash, protect it from the crash
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| Yet as the willows weep, your teeth will gnash
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| Avarice, its darkness makes you blind
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| Avarice puts you in chains that bind
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| Avarice, the weights around your neck
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| Avarice, your ship will soon be wrecked
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| You’ve got a contract to sign, say my best interest is in mind
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| Well you can take that where the sun don’t shine
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| Anything to make a buck, more than your share of luck
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| Yet for a single dime wallow in the muck
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| When the empire falls we’ll watch it all come down
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| While the fortune wheel goes around and round
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| For acquisitive minds there is no repose
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| Outstretching hands shall forever be closed
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| I don’t care what your problem is
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| I don’t care about your golden years
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| Just want see you get what’s coming
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| I don’t care if you had it rough
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| Don’t care if you had enough
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| Just want to see you get what’s coming |