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 I'd rather take a fucking axe To my face, blow up this place With you all in it I'd do it in a minute
If I could, I'd write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts Because I'd rather you be dead Than lose a tiny shred Of what I made this fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead Than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead Than consider not opening a restaurant
I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead
Prepare the laser beam We gonna use it tonight Engage the laser beam It's gonna end your life
We're gonna use it tonight
If I could I'd write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts Because I'd rather you be dead Than lose a tiny shred Of what I made this fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead Than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead Than consider not opening a restaurant
