Select language to translate this lyric
Let my statement be clear.
Dear Mr. Editor, don't hang-up,
lend me your ear.
I'm just a common working-man,
doin' the best that I can.
But to whom it may concern;
I've just about had enough
My neighbor looks set in his fancy Corvette,
with the stereo-loud screams
While I ride the subway from Monday to Friday,
mingling with the crowd.
They say that crime does not pay.
But-hell, I'm changing my way.
To whom it may concern;
I'm tired of trying to make an honest-living.
To
whom
it
may
concern
I only say; Let
justice
be
done
Dear Mr. Editor, this may sound familiar,
but I've paid my dues,
to the society, with pride and in piety.
But, what's the use?
Tell me, what have I earned?
I get nothing in return.
To whom it may concern;
I'm tired of trying'...I've had enough.