We corrupted Swiss chocolate   We laced it with strychnine   And said we'd only stop it   For a cool six million      We corrupted Swiss chocolate   And moved to the Philippines   We've come to know exactly   What being fabulously wealthy means      (It's beautiful)      And times I feel guilty   For the children who died   I feel a kicking in my belly   Of 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   We'd 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   We'd 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 it's like to win      (It's wonderful)      (It's beautiful)      (It's happiness)      (It's so...)