A cross-eyed siren is haunting me,
Promising all that I don't need,
Stammering in my head nightly,
She is the deadly greed.
Down to the cities of the plain
Is where the winding path may lead,
No sweeter tyrant would ever reign,
She is the deadly greed.
Drink from the cup of plenty,
Your heart's no longer empty
Drink from the cup and lie with me...
A cross-eyed siren is wanting me
To crawl among Mammon's breed,
Teaching me the art of bribery,
She is the deadly greed.
I've got a lot but I want more,
Clutching at the straws of fortune till I bleed,
There is no shame in stealing from the poor,
She is the deadly greed.
Drink from the cup of plenty,
Your heart's no longer empty
Drink from the cup and lie with me...
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