Faith No More - Greed: lyrics de la chanson

Over the hills they came from the valley
Making innuendoes about my lack of talent, oh well...
They say that when I'm supposed to be singing,
All I 'm really doing is yelling, oh well...
To you I say ...

Break out or get out!
Then they say that I can't sing,
That I don't say a thing,
That I make everything up...oh well.
To you I say...

Break out or get out!
Get out of your mind,
Cause it's much too small,
And there's so much going on...