Greed Blockheads

Im hidden from you, my lifeless youth,

Yet I was born close to the black gold.

Here us weak things die by famine

And plagues you forgot about for centuries

Greed for oil, greed for more !

Sure you thought of protecting us.

I was born in Iraq, died at the age of three

And my finger points at the blockade meant to free me,

My skinned bones still point at your silent faces
[ Greed Lyrics ]