Taxes Tea Postmodern
get a job
get a wife
and a cheap PC
things
to survive postmodern strife
living in a world after LSD
the world so deranged
I've come to get my diagnosis
so they can capitalize on my illnesss
and all the things I'd rather be
in this state slavery's cheep
a world so deranged
how dose it sleep
where's my money Mr. tax man
the idiot king is fat
and his teeth are black
so let his cream of Texas float
and darken all the oceans
so I can drive to work
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