Tax man

Tax man O tax man
Should I let your hand
In my pocket, pass for love?

With your hustle and your smile
You shout It’s o....k
It’s gonna be fine
But I am convinced
just Like Oz,
the only gifts
that you’ll give me
Are the ones
that I already have
You dig from my garbage
And Then you try to
sell it back to me
over and over again

Tax man O tax man
Should I let your hand
In my pocket, pass for love