Lyrics

Lord the taxman's comin'..
He said he's comin' for me...
So ill sit on my rooftop with my .243...

Says he's gonna take my home
Everything that I work hard for
Says he's gonna put me down
Down on his killin' floor....

Well, so I sent my wife & kids
Back to New Orleans
They're sittin' down at my sisters house
Watchin' on the TV screen...

Lord, forgive me...
For I've done all I can...
I'm just trying to make a difference...
Please show favor for this working man....

I got corn poppers on the fence line
A gift from my old man..
Two claymores and some made napalm..
This is where I'll make my stand
And I'm bound to get a few of them
Make sure to leave em dead
Ill pay my debt in lead.....

Lord the taxman's comin...