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I know we've withdrawn time, balanced and best spent.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

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