Death and Taxes Lyrics

Well in times of indecision

In times of grayish lines

When the surgeon's sharp incision makes you bleed imported wines

When the fountain at the shopping mall spits acid on your shoes

And every passing stranger is either stoned or has the blues

Just remember what they told you as they snapped that rubber glove

There are only three things you can count on

Death taxes and my love

Death is only just a couple nightmares away

And taxes are something only the very rich will never pay

My love is as constant as the pollen in the air

And when you've died and paid your taxes

My love will still be there

When your bank account is empty

And the credit cards are maxed

When you've lost your latest plaything

And your hungry thighs are waxed

When you find you've slept right through the only day of resurrection

And you're looking for a savior or at least one knight's protection

Just remember how they chuckled as the black hawk ate the dove

Saying nothing is for certain except

Death taxes and my love

Well death is only just a couple nightmares away

And taxes are something only the very rich will never pay

My love is as constant as the pollen in the air

And when you've died and paid your taxes

My love will still be there

When the ladder that you're climbing

Starts to quiver at the top

And you fall into the briar patch

Where you cannot find a cop

When you're heading for oblivion with ashes for a heart

Remember all the magic and forget what fell apart

And they'll write it on my gravestone as if scripture from above

There are only three things you can count on

Death taxes and my love

Death is only just a couple nightmares away

And taxes are something only the very rich will never pay

My love is as constant as the pollen in the air

And when you've died and paid your taxes

My love will still be there

And in times of indecision

And in times of grayish lines

When the surgeon's sharp incision

Makes you bleed imported wines

When the fountain at the shopping mall spits acid on your shoes

And every passing stranger is either stoned or has the blues

Just remember what they told you as they snapped that rubber glove

There are only three things in this world that you can count on

Death taxes and my love