Tax Time

Count the money in my pocket Count the coins for my eyes Count the dollars my daddy gave you, For when the Angel's say goodbye Remember, my momma told me when I was far too young to know That there would be senseless people everywhere I go Asking for my answers, asking for my time Each and every one of them blaming me for crime Just as if I had the answers, for things they thought I knew Then they took my memories, claiming they weren't true Creating things for charity by billing working kids Causing future havoc, that the world must now rid Count the money in my pocket Count the coins for my eyes Count the dollars my daddy gave you, For when the Angel's say goodbye