The Tax Man
They tax your husband,
They tax your wife.
They tax your children,
Leave them with strife.
They tax the poor,
But never the rich.
Your taxes soar,
With flicks of a switch.
They tax your car,
They tax your house.
They go too far,
They'd tax a mouse.
They tax the lottery,
They tax your clothes.
They tax the pottery,
They tax a rose.
They tax your check,
It's quite unfair.
What the heck,
They tax the air.
They tax your pension,
They tax your food.
We feel the tension,
And ruin our mood.
We stress and strive,
The simple facts is.
We fight to survive,
They bury us in taxes.
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