Greed
Paul Heaton Lyrics


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The journey to the hank that he made mice a week
To cash in on percentage of the cut
Life so good, drive so easy
The only one he made with peepers shut

But eyes getting wider in the vaults of the bank
Calculating draft after draft
Adding up just what makes the owner of the yacht
Much better than the owner of the raft

So give him hands clapping hands and smiling Irish eyes
But please don't ever tax his next of kin
Strangled by the gap between the tree tops and the skies
Hollands banking Ireland's sweetest thing

Pennies piled high, pounds cashed in
Caught between Alsatian and the gates
Poor can't risk not having any friends
Avaritia can't afford to have a mate

The crooks and the criminals, gangsters and animals
Fleeing stripped down to their waist
Drenched in sweat and blood of their imaginary crimes
They were running from a fear called the eighth

So give him hands clapping hands and smiling Irish eyes
But please don't ever tax his next of kin




Strangled by the gap between the tree tops and the skies
Holland's banking Ireland's sweetest thing

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics of Paul Heaton's song "Greed," the artist vividly depicts a character whose journey to wealth is marked by deceit and manipulation. The singer is driven by a relentless pursuit of money, as evidenced by his frequent visits to the bank to receive his share of the profits. Despite the apparent success and ease with which he accumulates wealth, there is a sense of moral ambiguity in his actions, hinted at by the reference to his "peepers shut," suggesting a disregard for the consequences of his greed.


As the character's wealth grows, so too does his greed and desire for more. He becomes consumed by thoughts of wealth disparity, comparing the luxuries enjoyed by the rich yacht owner with the humble existence of the raft owner. This comparison highlights the singer's insatiable greed and his willingness to exploit others to elevate his own status.


The lyrics also touch upon themes of privilege and inequality, showcasing the disparity between the wealthy elite and the working class. The juxtaposition of "hands clapping hands and smiling Irish eyes" with the plea to protect his "next of kin" suggests a facade of generosity and affluence that masks a darker reality of exploitation and disregard for others.


The mention of "Holland's banking Ireland's sweetest thing" conveys a sense of financial manipulation and exploitation, highlighting the ways in which greed and financial greed can manifest in global economic systems. The imagery of "Pennies piled high, pounds cashed in" and the struggle between the poor and the wealthy further emphasize the destructive nature of unchecked greed and the unequal distribution of wealth.


In the final verses, the lyrics delve into the consequences of greed, portraying a world where criminals and corrupt individuals are driven to extremes to escape their own guilt and fear. The reference to the "gap between the tree tops and the skies" symbolizes the vast chasm between the rich and the poor, and the desperation that can result from a society plagued by greed and inequality. Overall, Paul Heaton's "Greed" serves as a poignant commentary on the destructive nature of unchecked greed and the impact it can have on individuals and society as a whole.


Line by Line Meaning

The journey to the hank that he made mice a week
His path to wealth was swift and efficient, earning him a hefty income


To cash in on percentage of the cut
Taking advantage of the profits and benefits available


Life so good, drive so easy
Enjoying a comfortable and carefree lifestyle


The only one he made with peepers shut
The only success he achieved without making any effort


But eyes getting wider in the vaults of the bank
His greed growing as he accumulates more wealth


Calculating draft after draft
Carefully planning each financial move


Adding up just what makes the owner of the yacht
Realizing the distinctions between the rich and the poor


Much better than the owner of the raft
Seeing the inequality in society based on wealth


So give him hands clapping hands and smiling Irish eyes
Applauding his success and charm, but beware of his greed


But please don't ever tax his next of kin
Protecting his family from financial consequences


Strangled by the gap between the tree tops and the skies
Feeling trapped in the disparity between rich and poor


Holland's banking Ireland's sweetest thing
Exploiting the financial system for personal gain


Pennies piled high, pounds cashed in
Accumulating money through small gains and large transactions


Caught between Alsatian and the gates
Facing obstacles and challenges in his pursuit of wealth


Poor can't risk not having any friends
Those lacking wealth cannot afford to be isolated


Avaritia can't afford to have a mate
Greed cannot sustain meaningful relationships


The crooks and the criminals, gangsters and animals
Unscrupulous individuals resorting to crime for money


Fleeing stripped down to their waist
Running away with nothing but their ill-gotten gains


Drenched in sweat and blood of their imaginary crimes
Feeling guilty and burdened by their fraudulent activities


They were running from a fear called the eighth
Escaping the consequences and punishment for their crimes




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Paul Heaton

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Jackie Negus

I have all 3 of Paul's albums and like Acid County the best, really enjoying watching the footage.

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