[ Featuring The Greedies ]
It was frustration
It was imagination
The heart in preservation
Only for a while
It was creation
Of new situation
And was termination
On the cold tile
On the cold tile
On the cold tile
On the cold tile
On the cold tile
Love it is frustration
For this generation
It is degradation
But all are blind
To stay at last station
It is recantation
It's called isolation
All think that is not right
That is not right
That is not right
That is not right
That is not right
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