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Keshagesh means Greedy Guts. It's what you call a little puppy who eats his own and then wants everybody else's.
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I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money jones
Who's buying Park Place? Who's buying Boardwalk?
Keshagesh means Greedy Guts. It's what you call a little puppy who eats his own and then wants everybody else's.
* * * * *
I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money jones
Who's buying Park Place? Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium. It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it; they blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
The cookin's cookin and the lights are low
Somebody tryin to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help em to Save it and Sing it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
Ol Columbus he was lookin good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol Brother Midas lookin hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys; that's how ya do it , boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Got to have it all; gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it; blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final rippoff here at home is on
Mister Greed I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and Say it and Live it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
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Keshagesh means Greedy Guts. It's what you call a little puppy who eats his own and then wants everybody else's.
* * * * *
I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money jones
Who's buying Park Place? Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium. It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it; they blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
The cookin's cookin and the lights are low
Somebody tryin to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help em to Save it and Sing it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
Ol Columbus he was lookin good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol Brother Midas lookin hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys; that's how ya do it , boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Got to have it all; gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it; blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final rippoff here at home is on
Mister Greed I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and Say it and Live it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
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Keshagesh means Greedy Guts. It's what you call a little puppy who eats his own and then wants everybody else's.
* * * * *
I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money jones
Who's buying Park Place? Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It's about uranium. It's about the water rights
Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it; they blow things up for it
The reservation out at Poverty Row
The cookin's cookin and the lights are low
Somebody tryin to save our Mother Earth I'm gonna
Help em to Save it and Sing it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
Ol Columbus he was lookin good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it's all spyware Now it's all income tax
Ol Brother Midas lookin hungry today
What he can't buy he'll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys; that's how ya do it , boys
Look at these people Lord they're on a roll
Got to have it all; gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it; blow things up for it
While all our champions are off in the war
Their final rippoff here at home is on
Mister Greed I think your time has come I'm gonna
Sing it and Say it and Live it and Pray it singin
No No Keshagesh you can't do that no more.
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