Letra de To Whom It May Concern

(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