I want to keep my money
And give away absolutely nothing
To the government
Who moderates my spending
And obliterates depending
On what time of the year
Brutality is here
In the form of income tax
Rather take a fucking axe
To my face, blow up this place
With you all in it i'd do it in a minute
I'd write off your murder
I'd save all of my reciepts
Because i'd rather you be dead
Then lose a tiny shred
Of what i made this fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead
Than to ponder parting with my second home
I'd rather you be dead
Than consider losing all my evil restaraunts
