Lyrics 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