Title: When It Hits Home
Album: Morning Star
Artist: Entombed
Composer(s): Alexander Hellid
Lyric:
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 clean
Hey, you're better than all the rest
You're God's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of shit
Gone is the dream
And 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
Now, listen
Prepare to suck cock in hell
It's really not all that bad
Once you get past the smell
You fist-fucked the planet and smiled
And licked your fingers clean
As Gods come and go
You did not make the winning team
So 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 home
You're God's special little creature
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