Bourbon Boys Taxman
Baby, I am sorry I ain't got no love to make
'Cause the way that taxman screws me
I get more than I can take
I get the shaft just a little bit harder every single day
I'm really sorry babe I have to say:
The taxman even took my love away
A fifty percent of my fifty percent
And I wonder where the money went
And the worries keep on prayin' on my mind
It makes my heart just a little bit heavy
When a suit rolls up in a brand new chevy sayin'
"son, you' are a little bit behind
Now you'd better pay or I'm takin' your jeep
And your thousand guns will be mine to keep
And I might just make your house my ownin'
Place"
You know, I keep on workin' as hard as I can
And I take a look at these callin' signs
And I love to plan a fist right in his face
Baby, I am sorry I ain't got no love to make
'Cause the way that taxman screws me
I get more than I can take
I get the shaft just a little bit harder every single day
I'm really sorry babe I have to say:
The taxman even took my love away
Now, I know my grade if I pay for somethin' good
But the bad guys took over the neighbourhood
And the kids in the school can hardly read alright
The old folks die in misery and health care is a mystery
And tax reductions is way out of our sides
For the money goes to EURO craps to politicions
And off his rats who sit and call the shots for me and you
They're closing down what they should not
And they all can raise their way to SAP
When the taxman does what he sure loves to do
Baby, I am sorry I ain't got no love to make
'Cause the way that taxman screws me
I get more than I can take
I get the shaft just a little bit harder every single day
I'm really sorry babe I have to say:
The taxman even took my love away Well, damn you mister taxman, I ain't gon' pay!
