You give me the money
I'll play at Woodstock
What you little piggies want
Is peace and love and rock

Do you think my music is a prank?
My show just stank?
Should I now run prancing down to my bank?
Hand over a check you've signed
That's blank, blank, blank

It comes down to math:
Your cash
My trash
On MTV your mind will be freed
You'll see
I'll bleed
The extent of my greed

Your god demands worship
Buy your tickets now
Offer up your credit cards
'Cause I'm your sacred cow

Did you think that I'd give you a break?
That's your mistake
Think of all the money that I will make
Open up your wallets wide
I'll take, take, take

It comes down to math:
Your cash
my trash
At the concert your dollars I'll need
I'll plead
you'll feed
The extent of my greed

© 1994 Cockbyte Music

P.S. Actually, I don't think Trent is overly greedy. After all, at least he was honest about why he did the Woodstock show, and compared to what some of the other bands were paid, he made peanuts. Besides, "greed is good"....

-- dan blumenfeld