The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
On bare knees asking mercy from old me
Miguel
The profit margins thin already have
Been undercut by new competitors
Who sell bulked up and watered down imports
Your old supporters are reinstating you
With your official portrait late returned
To mantlepieces everywhere adored
Though no one hints you might still be alive
Hector
Who made you folk such wretched hostages?
Gianni
Two drug cartel mean mobsters don Silvio
And capo Giacomo we overheard
Them talk about a ransom placed on us
Of forty million bucks the notes unmarked
And foreign debt annulment slate wiped clean