Nasty Savage - Irrational lyrics

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Music-Rich,Dave

Lyrics-Ron

The color

Of Money

Is the

Color of greed

Grab

What you can

Take

What you need

A wishful

Thinker

Lives

In the past

Climbed on

The world

That went by

Too fast

More temper

Than

Imagination

Portrait of

A losing side

Opinions formed

Without

Taking time

To care

The stone thrower

Broke the windows of his glass house

Thoughtless search

For a

Scapegoat

A human coin

On edge

For a time

Having a fallout

All of his own

Hungry for

Want of gentleness

A carnival story

With absence

Of scenes

Slightly tilt

And left

Of center

He can rum

A four minute mile

Just as long as

He was chasing

A fast buck

Sour man

Sit in the rubble

Of your own making

Feed off your own

Disillusions

When your irrational

It's always a sorrow

A thin line into

The dust

Sour man

Feed off your own

Disillusions

Sit in the rubble

Of your own makings