Death Song (Choking Victim)

Every day it comes my way in different shapes and forms greed, hate and jealousy the faces it adorns and though I walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds consideration's always there the ends to meet the needs I give you money you give me death you think it's funny I gasp for breath Tompkins square is everywhere it's written on the walls they'll suffocate your real estate and grab you by your balls my life is such a living hell a squatted rotted empty shell no mistakes to learn I give you money you give me death you think it's funny I gasp for breath Watch a cop for us today an opiate a new decay your breathing stops this dying day the big time it killed crusty Dave we're all alone we miss his heat and now I feel so incomplete the death he tasted was so sweet from womb to tomb the rotting meat I give you money you give me death you think it's funny I gasp for breath, breath I give you money you give me death you think it's funny I gasp for breath I give you money you give me death you think it's funny I gasp for breath