to be better than everyone They they say,you're never good enough anyway Better get down on your knees boy Better pray to our god his name is greed They
better than everyone They say they say,you're never good enough anyway Better get down on your knees boy Better pray to our god his name is greed
Traduzione: Quindici. Greed.
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 you
don'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
caught the stalk the first time I ever planted my seed Follow my lead.. [Evidence] You can't follow, fall and bleed Most suffer from envy and greed - [
Kroger parking lot to the Paramount and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath uhh, fifteen
children 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
'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, she
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
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
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
so 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
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
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
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
