Greed

Over the hills they came from the valley
Making innuendoes about my lack of talent, oh well…
They say that when I’m supposed to be singing
All I 'm really doing is yelling, oh well…
To you I say …
Break out or get out
Then they say that I can’t sing
That I don’t say a thing
That I make everything up… oh well
To you I say…
Break out or get out
Break out or get out
Get out of your mind
Cause it’s much too small
And there’s so much going on