Dear Mr. Bones, we've had enough
You can try to pull us down
With your pinstripe weasal 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
Some people... Gonna drown on your feet

You said "Boys, I'll get you more
But you got to pay me by the hour"
Anyway you're just another bore
Who believes he's superpower

Chorus
When you talk about loyalty
I hope you realise, since you ate my royalties
Mr. Bones, this is goodbye
And as such hereinafter shall be referred
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 you feet