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DEATH AND TAXES

                         ON TO THIS PLANET ONE DAY I WAS BORN
                         NOTHING BUT CHOICES I HAD TO MORN 
                         AS THE ONLY THING I HAVE

                         APART FROM MY BOD

                         ARE THE CHOICES I MAKE FROM THE START

                         OF THE JOB

                         ONLY TROUBLE IS FROM THE DAY LIFE BEGAN

                         I'VE BEEN TOLD WHAT TO DO BY SOME OTHER MAN

                         WHO IS TO KNOW WHAT I MIGHT BE IN LIFE

                         CERTAINLY NOT A TAX MAN THAT'S STRIFE

                         YOU TAKE FROM US ALL NOT A PENNY TO MORN

                         THE CHOICES I ONCE HAD THE DAY I WAS BORN

                         FROM THE FIRST BREATH I TOOK

                         A FORTUNE HAD BEEN PAID

                         THE TAX MAN'S A KNOCKING HE'S WRITTEN A NEW PAGE

                         EVEN THOUGH IT WAS NOT UNDERSTOOD

                         WHAT OPTIONS I'D TAKE FROM THE OK YOU COULD

                         I SILENTLY SAT AND LEARNED ALL THEIR RULES

                         THEN THREW THEM ALL BACK AT THE SILLY OLD FOOLS

                         FOR THE CHOICES I MADE ARE THE OPTIONS THEY GAVE

                         AND NOW I MUST WORK TILL THE END OF MY DAYS

                         WITH NO PRAISE OR THANKS

                         BECAUSE THE SUPPORT SYSTEM TANKS

                         KEEP BURSTING AND FLOODING US ALL

                         THE TAX THEY THEN TAKE BEFORE I REACH MY WAKE

                         JUST LOOKS AFTER THOSE WHO ARE IN CHARGE

                         SO FROM THE FIRST DAY I TAKE I'M STUCK WITH A RATE

                         THAT I CAN'T DO BETTER THAN WHAT'S ON MY PLATE

                         YET INFOMATION SHARED MAKES ME LESS IMPAIRED

                         SO LONG AS I CAN GUARANTEE SOME BACKUP

                         FOR IT TAKE'S A LONG TIME TO UNDERSTAND THE RHYME
                        
                         THE ONE THEY CALL DEATH AND TAXES

                         SO TO SHOW UP THE ROOT I'VE MADE IT A TOOT

                         AND LAID OUT SOME FIGURES & FACTORS

                         THE FIRST ONE WE KNOW JUST GOES TO SHOW

                         HOW MUCH LIFE CAN REALLY BLOW

                         I'M BORN TO SCORN THE LIFE I'M DAWNED

                         FOR I CAN NOT SING MY RAPTURE

                         THE TAX I'M TOLD IS THERE FOR WHEN I'M OLD

                         YET I SEE WITH MY EYES AND CAPTURE

                         THE VISIONS OF LOSS AS I LOOK AT MY BOSS

                         IT'S THE TIME THAT THEY CHOSE TO SCRAP YA

                         THE GOOD LIFE THAT SHOULD BECKON

                         BECOMES THE TIME & DAY to RECKON

                         AS WE LOOK BACK TO PASS

                         IT BECOMES ALL A FARCE

                         AND JUST TOO LATE TO MAKE RECOMPENSE

                         BUT WITH THE GENERATION TO COME IF WE'VE ALTERED OUR SUM

                         IT MIGHT JUST BE HAPPY EVER AFTER

                         BUT RIGHT NOW FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN

                         I MADE A SELECTION AND NOW I'M TORN

                         THE PERSON INSIDE I MIGHT HAVE TO CAPTURE

                         TO PAY THE COST OF SOME ONE ELSE'S RAPTURE

                         SO THE WORLD IS TO LOSE WHATEVER I OFFER

                         MORE CHOICES TO THE TABLE WILL MAKE IT SOFTER

                         WHEN I'M TAXED ON MY ENTIRE LIFE

                         I END UP OWING BEFORE I EVEN KNOW WHAT'S NICE

                         HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET A SLICE

                         FROM THAT WHICH IS ALREADY OWNED TWICE

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