Tax Free Songtext
von Steve Conte

I′ll be fine, don't you worry ′bout me,
I just bought some wine and cigarettes.
I ain't worked a day in weeks,
I got nothing to hide from the IRS.

So, I wake up on the floor,
I can't take New York any more.
There′s nothing for me here
And I don′t even care,
I got a tax free future
Down in Delaware.

It's as good a place as any to live like a bum,
They got one arm bandits in the cumberland farms

I′m gonna give up love, give up art,
I put a white trash picket fence around my heart.


So I'll start it all again,
It costs too much in the state I′m in.
I won't shave my scruff or wash my greasy hair,
These luxuries will be tax free
Down in Delaware.

Now if I win that lottery in the first state
I′m gonna buy me a steak dinner
And a half baked plan.

And if I return to SOHO with cash to burn
I'm gonna open up a gallery with no velvet ropes
And no wanna be's...

I′ll be fine, don′t you worry 'bout me,
I just bought some more wine, more cigarettes.

I ain′t written a thing in weeks,
Yeah, I'm a big joke to the New York press.

So, I wake up on the floor,
I′m just an aging freelance whore.
Don't wanna die here in this den of despair,
There′s always death and taxes
But no tax... down in... Delaware.