When It Hits Home

Greed It's really no mystery Where these people come from is so f**king plain to see They fist-f**k the planet and smile And lick their fingers clean Hey You're better than all the rest You're god's special creature Intelligence at it's best You fist-s*ck the planet in style And lick your fingers clean But now you wake up in a pile of shit Gone is the dream [Chorus:] And you scream but there's no-one there You got to pay your own fare Your d**k is sore and you're all alone Hurts like hell when it hits home Now, listen Prepare to s*ck cock in hell It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell You fist-f**ked the planet and smiled And licked your fingers clean As gods come and go You did not make the winning team [chorus] You're god's special little creature