
Smiling little faces, trophies on the wall
Away in hiding places, pregnant bellies crawl
Got pointed little fingers counting crispy green
The smell will never linger if you pick the carcass clean
Another empty shell goes onto the pile
When greedy people smile…
Got a hypodermic needle to make you kick and scream
By the time you make the cradle you're part of the machine
Just another judgement day for the rank and file
When greedy people smile…
The deals are being made down the aisles
In the holiday parades and murder trials
Don't cry or be afraid, it's not in style
When greedy people smile…
©1994 Tommy SpaSe Jugaton Music ASCAP

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