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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 nere

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 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
I'm gonna use it tonight

Engage the laser-beam
It's gonna end your life

I'm gonna use it tonight

If I could 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 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 nere      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 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   I'm gonna use it tonight      Engage the laser-beam   It's gonna end your life      I'm gonna use it tonight      If I could 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
 
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