Death and Taxes
When I die, toss my body in the dumpster
When I die, throw my ass in the trash
You're neither better off, nor worse
In a garbage truck or a hearse
And my taxes will have paid for something
Leave flowers on my grave at the landfill someday
When I die, give my body to the high school
Yeah when I die, dissect my ass in a class
Resist the impulse to faint
When you remove my lil brain, kid
Your education's publicly funded
And I want my money's-worth you dummies
Nothing in this world of sin
Is a given
But Death and Taxes
So turn me in
To the government
And I'll die laughing
Those punks can have me
Fry me up
Serve me on a plate
The feds can eat my heart
So that they'll gain my strength
And with my last tax return sent in
I'll have completed my civic duty
And done my part to run the country smoothly
When I die, shove my body in a mailbox
When I die, ship my ass first class
Send me to Capitol Hill
That'll be inadequate still
They need my dollars for the military complex
To do with as they damn well please to be honest
Yeah
Nothing in this world of sin
Is a given
But Death and Taxes
So turn me in
To the government
And I'll die laughing
Those punks can have me
Fry me up
Serve me on a plate
The feds can eat my heart
So that they'll gain my strength
And with my last tax return sent in
I'll have completed my civic duty
And played my part in this dystopian movie
When I die, throw my ass in the trash
You're neither better off, nor worse
In a garbage truck or a hearse
And my taxes will have paid for something
Leave flowers on my grave at the landfill someday
When I die, give my body to the high school
Yeah when I die, dissect my ass in a class
Resist the impulse to faint
When you remove my lil brain, kid
Your education's publicly funded
And I want my money's-worth you dummies
Nothing in this world of sin
Is a given
But Death and Taxes
So turn me in
To the government
And I'll die laughing
Those punks can have me
Fry me up
Serve me on a plate
The feds can eat my heart
So that they'll gain my strength
And with my last tax return sent in
I'll have completed my civic duty
And done my part to run the country smoothly
When I die, shove my body in a mailbox
When I die, ship my ass first class
Send me to Capitol Hill
That'll be inadequate still
They need my dollars for the military complex
To do with as they damn well please to be honest
Yeah
Nothing in this world of sin
Is a given
But Death and Taxes
So turn me in
To the government
And I'll die laughing
Those punks can have me
Fry me up
Serve me on a plate
The feds can eat my heart
So that they'll gain my strength
And with my last tax return sent in
I'll have completed my civic duty
And played my part in this dystopian movie
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Writer(s): W Oliver
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