Let me tell you a story about a place called Hall.
Had a man named Deal controlling it all.
When one day he was feeling kind of rude.
Said ya'll pay my buddies or I'll even take your food.
All there is. Green gold. All for me!
Well first thing you know all his friends are billionaires.
Honest folk said you better move away from here.
Said federal prison is the place you ought to be.
So they loaded up the trucks and shipped it overseas.
Cayman Islands. Tax Shelters. No extradition.
Well now it’s time to say good bye to Deal and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you for kindly pitching in.
You'll never see them back again in this locality.
To have a big helping of prison hospitality.
Crossbar hotel. Calaboose. Jump suits. Sandals.
Ya'll don't come back, ya hear?
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