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(Telephone call to Mr. Bones)
Dear Mr. Bones, I've had enough
You can try to pull us down
With your pinstripe weasel stuff
But word travels in this town
I wouldn't write home about you
We're better off without you
Without you Mr. Bones
Some people feed on, other people's troubles
Some people beat on, other people's meat
Some people want to bleed us dry
And some people, gonna drown on your feet
(Oh!) You said: Boy's I'll get you more
But you have got to pay me by the hour
Anyways you are just another bore
Who believes he's a superpower
When you talk about loyalty
I'm gonna hope you realize
Since you ate my royalties
Mr. Bones
This is goodbye and such hereinafter shall be referred
Notwithstanding or foregoing statements un-preferred
Don't claim you understand
When you've not heard a single word, a dicky bird
Some people (shut up) feed on other people's troubles
Some people beat on other people's meat
Some people want to bleed us dry
And some people, gonna drown on your feet
