Mr. Greed
Mr. Greed, why you got to own everything that you see?
Mr. Greed, why you put a chain on everybody livin' free?
You're hungerin' for his house, you're hungerin' for his wife
And your appetite will never be denied
You're a devil of consumption
I hope you choke, Mr. Greed
How do you get away with robbin'?
Did your mother teach you how?
I hear you got away with murder
Did you do your Mama proud?
Mr. Greed, why you got to take more than you can ever use?
Bring 'em to their knees
Isn't it enough just to win while they lose?
You bring no honor to the game
You feast upon the blood and pain
But the bones you hoard can only bring you shame
There's corruption in your path
Be that your epitaph, Mr. Greed
How do you get away with robbin'?
Did your mother teach you how?
I hear you got away with murder
Did you do your Mama proud?
Autor(es): John Fogerty
