Woorden: Agnostic Front. Blood, Death & Taxes.

So close so far away
suspected so you say
They?ve got a place for me
I?m 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.

They won?t fuckin? rest until I?m dead