Death & Taxes
DEATH AND TAXES
Me, I'm just a simple man, I'm made for simple things
I work an honest job and try to make ends meet
To make a modest living, I labour days on end
And always try to do the best I can

The bell tolls every Sunday, the faithful go to pray
The sermon's ever-changing, but the story's all the same
The church is made of money, still it needs more every day
So you should always leave them something on the plate

Everywhere there's people grinding axes
And just so many things you know are true
Cause there's nothing sure in life, but death and taxes
And at every step the Taxman waits for you

Times are getting harder, you try your very best
The Taxman, he comes calling, he wants his pound of flesh
The Devil takes the hindmost while the Taxman takes the rest It puts a good man's patience to the test

The Hangman he's a working stiff, he draws a workman's pay
He puts an end to suffering and sends you on your way
He's always ever grateful, and he likes to lend a hand
He always makes a killing in the end

The smiling undertaker, he's dapper and refined
He measures me both up and down, and says I'll be just fine
He flatters me to say how spruced up I'll look in pine
Says he always gets a chuckle with that line

There's powder in the keg and they're striking matches
And just so many things you know are true
There's nothing sure in life, but death and taxes
At every turn the taxman waits for you, The Taxman waits for you

The Clergy takes confession, hears every word I say
Offers absolution and sends me on my way
To shuffle off this mortal coil and meet my stony end
Delivered from the Taxman, amen

The time has come to batten down the hatches
And just so many things you know are true
There's nothing sure in life, but death and taxes
With every breath the Taxman waits for you
And at every step; the Taxman waits for you
At every turn the Taxman waits for you