Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David, Smith and Jones Songtext

von Proto-Kaw

He's got the smile of a king on a desert isle,
Who's been pleased by the dancing girls.
He's got the grin on his chin that's up to style,
With a smile on his pretty world.
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry,
Countin' all his money in the sky,
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones.

He's a greedy little man with a grabbin' hand,
Wheelin' deals on a little red phone.
Company policy makes it clear,
That the customer's always wrong.
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry,
Countin' all his money in the sky,
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones.

See the big grey building made of steel,
Doesn't hide nor does it heal.
All the tears and the pain of the families,
Of the men from which you steal.
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry,
Countin' all his money in the sky,
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones.
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones