Letra de When It Hits Home
Greed, it's really no mystery Where these people come from Is so fucking plain to see They fist-fuck the planet and smile And lick their fingers cleanHey, you're better than all the rest You're God's special creature Intelligence at it's bestYou fist-suck the planet in style And lick your fingers clean But now you wake up in a pile of shit Gone is the dreamAnd you scream but there's no one there You got to pay your own fare Your dick is sore and you're all alone Hurts like hell when it hits homeNow, listen Prepare to suck cock in hell It's really not all that bad Once you get past the smellYou fist-fucked the planet and smiled And licked your fingers clean As Gods come and go You did not make the winning teamSo you scream but there's no one there You got to pay your own fare Your dick is sore and you're all alone Hurts like hell when it hits home When it hits homeYou're God's special little creature