We corrupted Swiss chocolate We laced it with strychnine And said wed only stop it For a cool six million We corrupted Swiss chocolate And moved to the Philippines Weve come to know exactly What being fabulously wealthy means Its beautiful And the times I feel guilty For the children who died I press my ear to Jennys belly And hear our child inside A boy or a girl? A victor or victim? New life made possible by strychnine Born into a world of cyanide They call us the poisoners But we knew Being decent and humane Folk without a brain Sneezing in the rain Would never do Wed rather be poisoners Than prisoners like you They call us the poisoners We got rich quick But the world got sick Before we slipped the strychnine in the bar Wed rather be poisoners than losers Like you are We moved to Manila We golf on the golf green With all the other killers Who know exactly what its like to win Its wonderful
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