WHERE THE $$ SPENDS

Workin' false Pfizer windfall blues,

behind a faux armoire to cure the sick and lame.

I know which way the money goes

I know which way the body folds

I know every where you’re taking me

I know how things will always be

All Rise

All Rise

I know which bed is safe to tame

I know which lie could bring the end

I know where the money spends

I know every thought that’s in your head

In a cool, dry spot under excessive heat.

Kept away from us and her humidity.

I know we've withdrawn time, balanced and best spent.

I know we've near tapped out the will to bend the bed.

Behind a Halloween mask, under a different name,

with a fake passport misdirecting from whence you came.

Where The $$ Spends