Tax My Death?

Lyrics to a song that I wrote.

You gonna tax my death?

I'm gonna die with nothing.

Will you accept my soul?

Will you accept my liberty?

You gonna tax my death?

I won't die for nothing.

Will you accept my freedom?

Will you accept my patriotism?

Take all my possessions,

I care not for the material,

Take all my money,

I care not for the abstract wealth,

Take all my thoughts,

I care not for individuality,

When I've got nothing left

and you ask for more?

F**k you, America.

You're a dirty old b*****d,

Your brain is infected.

Your body is broken and scattered

But you're stronger than ever.

You're a dirty old b*****d,

Your brain is infected.

Your soul is a toxic waste hazard,

But the people support you.

You're a dirty old b*****d,

Your brain is infected.

I hope the Van Helsing militia

Can drive his stake through your dracula heart.