.We see you comin' in your Pontiac.
Bulging briefcase sittin' like that.
You lean back, smile, and look us down small,
An' boom out sweetly, "How're you all?"
But we know what you are; you're robbin' the poor.
Close those funerals, no matter what.
It goes through channels.
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