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This is a story about greed |
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Finding a person no one needs |
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She's a shell |
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You can call her the cousin from Hell |
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Started the day our grandma died |
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Honoured her standing side by side |
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Who could know |
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That all time she was playing a role of a lady in grief |
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I always thought she was a saint |
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Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night |
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I always thought she was a friend |
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Things ain't what they appear |
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At funeral day she brought her clan |
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People that didn't care at all |
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They were there |
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Just to see if there were any threats |
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After the ceremony, they left |
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Convinced that the things they've done may rest |
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They were wrong |
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The old woman had something to show them that's shaken their souls |
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I always thought she was a saint |
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Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night |
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I always thought she was a friend |
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Things ain't what they appear |
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Where have you got your greed from? Our side of the family, no way! |
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Surely from someone we all know. I think when this case is over |
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If you win or lose doesn't matter. I hope you'll be conscious of one's guilt |
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I always thought she was a saint |
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Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night |
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I always thought she was a friend |
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Things ain't what they appear |
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Shame on you in the night, bitch! |
