Drink
your beers
Taste
the sweet hour
As
you toss the moments
The
taxes high in your mind
You
have made your choice
How
it turn out in your mind?
You
can taste the bitterness
You
are told to pay
The
taxes will not go
Though
you hope it will
When
it turns out differently
Drink
your beers
The
pain will come
In
your pockets you will feel
No
matter what it is said
You
know you will face the hard facts
Bee
Anne overspent
Driving
deeper into the hole
The
drying up well
Now
taxes come to fill
You
have to hold your anger
The
rich will benefit more
This
is the reality
The
sweetness has gone
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