In one week the government will come knocking on my door,
In two, the debtors will want even more.
I`ll drink away the rest of my pay,
Wrecking my liver before the debts are at bay,
Graverobbers will dig and try to invade,
They`ll find a grinning skeleton, middle finger and plague.
This is my story and though it sounds grim,
It`s the only way you can ever win,
So when they come knocking, you better make sure,
You are coughing and choking when you answer the door,
Smile and greet, with your hands dipped in lead
Cuz` the only good collector is one that is dead.
