John T. Wurzer - 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