Tax collector's coming for your body   Tax collector's coming for your soul   To see that you've paid your dues, or else   My love, that you've not been lifted up   Or carried away      Tax collector's coming for your love now   Tax collector's coming for your blood   And saying you can't be lifted up   Or carried away until you've paid   But you and I we know   It happens all the time   All the time   Always just across the way   To some poor soul who will never know   The pregnant sleepless weight of this joy      Tax collector's coming for your dreams now   Coming bright and early in the morning   Why can't I ever remember that   Before it's 2:35am   And I'm wide awake, busy being born again?   Born again