Guns N' Roses - I.R.S. lyrics
[Guns N' Roses - I.R.S. lyrics]
No, ah ah 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'd follow you
To when you'd lead and if 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'm sure I've known
Through all the rumors, I could tell
Some things didn't work so well
Well, anyway, it feels the same
When you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I still held on
Through all the motions, the love
And the sex and that's the truth
And here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter, the things that I'd say
You've made your mind up and gone, anyway
And there's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along
Well, it's true oh, I had my doubts of 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, baby, with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines, too
Now
Ah, ah
I bet you think I'm doing
This all for my health
I should've looked again, dated somebody else
Feeling like I've done way more than wrong
Feeling like I'm living inside of this song
Feeling like I'm just too tired to care
Feeling like I've done more than my share
Couldn't be the way that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long and I do
Gonna call the president
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
Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Ooh, gonna need the IRS gonna get the FBI
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it, baby, with your morning news
With the sweet hangover and the headlines
Too
There's not any more that I can do
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'd follow you
To when you'd lead and if 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'm sure I've known
Through all the rumors, I could tell
Some things didn't work so well
Well, anyway, it feels the same
When you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I still held on
Through all the motions, the love
And the sex and that's the truth
And here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter, the things that I'd say
You've made your mind up and gone, anyway
And there's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along
Well, it's true oh, I had my doubts of 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, baby, with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines, too
Now
Ah, ah
I bet you think I'm doing
This all for my health
I should've looked again, dated somebody else
Feeling like I've done way more than wrong
Feeling like I'm living inside of this song
Feeling like I'm just too tired to care
Feeling like I've done more than my share
Couldn't be the way that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long and I do
Gonna call the president
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
Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Ooh, gonna need the IRS gonna get the FBI
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it, baby, with your morning news
With the sweet hangover and the headlines
Too
There's not any more that I can do