Taxman Songtext
von Bruise Control

I′d rather see the grave before I see tears for the taxman
I'm gonna knock the jaw off the next toff that tells me to relax man
I′m sick to my fucking gut of you telling me what to do
The best thing i ever did was stop listening to you

Death to the jobsworths, death to the snitches
Death for the taxman, death to his riches
Death for the dead, death for the living

You'll never be forgiven!
You'll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)

Never thought I′d see the day that the apathy was so rife
Never thought I′d see my mates were all questioning their lives
There's gotta be a turning point to which we will push through
The best thing we ever did was stop listening to you

Death to the jobsworths, death to the snitches
Death for the taxman, death to his riches
Death for the dead, death for the living


You′ll never be forgiven!
You'll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)

Death to the jobsworths, death to the snitches
Death for the taxman, death to his riches
Death for the dead, death for the living

You′ll never be forgiven!
You'll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)

You′ll never be forgiven!
You'll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)

Not a day, that they have cared for you
Not a way we even want them to
Not a day, that they have cared for you
Not a way we even want them to
Not a day, that they have cared for you
Not a way we even want them to
Fuck wetherspoons, fuck Priti Patel
Fuck abusers, see you all in hell!


You'll never be forgiven!
You′ll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)

You′ll never be forgiven!
You'll never be forgiven!
(Whoa whoa)