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The Greed Machine lyrics

Performer Samuel Kinsella

The Greed Machine song lyrics by Samuel Kinsella official

The Greed Machine is a song in English

A mirror image
A loose smile
A sneak peek
A sundial
A subtle hint
A sharp pain
A briefcase
Filled with blood
And business cards
The long game
The strep throat
The bad idea
The bank note
Do you think?
Or do you just
Follow orders?
"Oh, what a beautiful day"
The synergy
The coffee leaf
The name tag
The polo breed
Well gentlemen
Please allow me to
Introduce myself
You don't know my name?
The yellow smile
The resumé
The never ending talk of good days
The salt breeze
On white wood
The PCH
The canyon
The washed up movie star,
The girlie pop queen,
The woodstock man from the seventies,
Drivin' from his palace in the palisades,
To feed THE GREED MACHINE.
Blame a flaw
Your gapin' maw
So many words
No weight at all
A politik
A blackmail ring
A big bribe
A simple thing
You poor thing
If you don't get it,
Then it gets you
This is over your head
This is performative
You know it's not real
You know it's not true
Its words to make you kneel
The greed machine (straight from the farm)
The greed machine (they come so fresh)
The greed machine (you can almost trick yourself)
It has to feed (to think it's flesh)
It has to feed
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The tomboy
The insecurity
The face she changed
The new body
The lifestyles of
The rich and powerful
The summer house
Lookin' good on the tax forms
The secret crying
The hidden habits
The bad dates
The kissysht
The hand that covers
The flashbulbs of
Photographers
You're not what you think
A greater good
A resonance
A white light
A certain elegance
And gentlemen
Please allow me to
Introduce myself
You don't know my name?
The hand shakes
The contracts
The false attempts to try to counteract
The glaciers
The solar flares
And in time
I'll end up like
The washed up movie star,
The girlie pop queen,
The woodstock man from the seventies,
Drivin' from his palace in the palisades,
To feed THE GREED MACHINE.
The nail gun (i'm out of my mind)
The plastic
A farmhouse
The lawyer
It can't be stopped (i'm out of my mind)
Someone dies alone tonight
To feed THE GREED MACHINE.
Blame a flaw
Your gapin' maw
So many words
No weight at all
A politik
A blackmail ring
A big bribe
A simple thing
You poor thing
If you don't get it,
Then it gets you
This is over your head
This is performative (the greed machine)
You know it's not real (it has to feed)
You know it's not true (it has to feed)
Its words to make you kneel (the greed machine)
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine (straight from the farm)
The greed machine (they come so fresh)
The greed machine (you can almost trick yourself)
It has to feed (to think it's flesh)
It has to feed
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
The greed machine
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Samuel Kinsella
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