Dear mr. bones, I've (we've) had enough

You can try to pull us down

With your pinstipe weasle 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 down on your feet.

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 just hope you realize

Since you ate my roalities

Mr. bones this is goodbye.

This is goodbye and such hereinafter shall be reffered.

Notwithstanding or foregoing statements unpreferred.

Don't claim you understand

When you've not heard a single word, a dicky bird.

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.