Lyrics of The bottom line (reprise)

Pulitzer
Time's running out, kid,
So what do you say?
Cowboy or convict,
I win either way.
Your abject surrender
Was always the bottom line.

"gentlemen, escort our guest to the cellar so he might reflect in solitude."

Too bad you've no job, jack,
But you did resign.
Too bad you've no family,
But you can't have mine.
Be glad you're alive, boy,
I'd say that's the bottom line.

Seitz
Like the pied piper you knew what to play

Pulitzer
Till those kids all believed you were right.

Mayor
Lucky for them all but one got away.

Pulitzer
They may not be so lucky tonight....