So close, so far away Suspected so you say They've got a place for me In 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? I'm not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes They won't fucking rest until I'm dead
