Taxman - Bourbon Boys

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!