From laws that are bought and paid for
To leave mankind to its folly
I find it too melancholy
In my mind, I am an outlaw
I piece stories like a jigsaw
In a world where I can be sure
And life can be much more jolly
I write to hide
The world cuts through with a chainsaw
Money, the common devil’s claw
The demand pricks like a holly
Taxes and bills fire their volley
I’m staring down the gaping maw
I write to hide
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