I.R.S

Texten till I.R.S, singalong!


LOVE Is it true? What they say Of you?

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

There’s not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you gave
I'll follow you
To when you plead the fifth, that’d be the end of time, it's true

Wouldn’t be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last I should have known
Through all the rumors I can tell,
Some things didn't work so well

Well anyway, it feels the same

As when you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I still held on
To all the luck getting outta the debt
That's the truth and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that I say
You made your mind up and called anyway
There's no use now in not dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along

Well it’s true...ooh...I had
My doubts with you

Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private Eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a cheap hangover, and the headlines true now

[Finck Solo]

I've been thinking I'm doing this all for my health,
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong
Feelin' like I'm livin' inside this song
Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin' like I've done more than my share
Could it be the weight that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long

And I do
Ooh, oh.
I'm Gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna need myself the FBI.

Ooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime, you know it’s true!

[Bucket solo]

Gonna call the president
Gonna need myself a private eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face,
Read it daily with your morning news
With a cheap hangover, and the headlines true

There's not anymore that I can do