Текст песни To Whom It May Concern

Let my statement be clear. Dear Mr. Editor, don't hang-up, lend me your ear. I'm just a common working-man, doin' the best that I can. But to whom it may concern; I've just about had enough My neighbor looks set in his fancy Corvette, with the stereo-loud screams While I ride the subway from Monday to Friday, mingling with the crowd. They say that crime does not pay. But-hell, I'm changing my way. To whom it may concern; I'm tired of trying to make an honest-living. To whom it may concern I only say; Let justice be done Dear Mr. Editor, this may sound familiar, but I've paid my dues, to the society, with pride and in piety. But, what's the use ? Tell me, what have I earned ? I get nothing in return. To whom it may concern; I'm tired of trying'...I've had enough.