Greed Upon Your Wicked Face

Once you were a looker
But now you reveal a body in dissolution
A second rate hooker
Looking in vain for ablution
And although you appear to be in good grace
There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face

Squirming like a snake
A pile of pale and weak bones in a striptease bar
Blonde hair and breasts a fake
A distant memory of a star
And although the cancer puts you out of the race
There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face

Yes the greed upon your face makes me wonder
Do you still think the man you killed lives far yonder
You suffocated him with a dark pillow
And now wipe the sticky fluid your child has to swallow

Once you were so lovable
But external beauty is the first thing that decreases
Now you're insatiable
Let's just hope your make-up doesn't break into pieces
And although leeches on your back are a last healthy trace
There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face

There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face
There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face
There's still a sensual greed upon your wicked face