Greedy Man - Live
It looks like you got it all figured out
You got all them fancy things
And that big old trophy house
And all you ever really wanted was a little bit more
And then more turned into more turned into more (here ya go, everybody)
Well, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
But it might do you some good if you went hungry now
See 'round here, the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetery tool
Around here the greedy man just won't do
And 'round here
The greedy man is you
(Alright, here we go!)
Yeah the greedy man is you
Yeah, the greedy man is you
So let me let you in on a little secret
There ain't nothing you own worth keeping at all
Rat racing for a bunch of fool's gold
And on the way down there, you done sold your soul
So just remember what goes around comes around
Stepping on people just to come back down
Well, with pockets as deep as grave you win
But them pockets won't save you from the end, my friend
And now, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
But it might do you some good if you went hungry now
See, 'round here the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetery tool
Around here the greedy man just won't do
And 'round here
The greedy man is you
You got all them fancy things
And that big old trophy house
And all you ever really wanted was a little bit more
And then more turned into more turned into more (here ya go, everybody)
Well, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
But it might do you some good if you went hungry now
See 'round here, the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetery tool
Around here the greedy man just won't do
And 'round here
The greedy man is you
(Alright, here we go!)
Yeah the greedy man is you
Yeah, the greedy man is you
So let me let you in on a little secret
There ain't nothing you own worth keeping at all
Rat racing for a bunch of fool's gold
And on the way down there, you done sold your soul
So just remember what goes around comes around
Stepping on people just to come back down
Well, with pockets as deep as grave you win
But them pockets won't save you from the end, my friend
And now, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
But it might do you some good if you went hungry now
See, 'round here the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetery tool
Around here the greedy man just won't do
And 'round here
The greedy man is you
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jacobs, Ryan Hakker, Thomas Mccarthy, Dustin Medeiros
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