Letra de Blood, Death And Taxes

So close so far away Suspected so you say They've got a place for me In a displaced society I'm not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes Fed up-my hands are tied Frustrated-down the line Busted and out of time How could I have been so blind? I'm not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes They won't fucking rest until I'm dead...