When It Hits Home Lyrics - Morning Star - Entombed

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