The Taxpayers - We are the Hellhounds lyrics

[The Taxpayers - We are the Hellhounds lyrics]

Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home with the poor
Give us all your spare change
There is no such thing as money here anymore

I set fire to the trash cans behind
The grocery store and I admit it
I made love to a handsome man from out
Of town just to cultivate some feeling
I watch the men in the park watching the
Pigeons in the park do their feeding

Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home all alone
Give us all your empty lies
There is no such thing as progress anymore
Look at this man look at this woman with the
Diamond ring on her hand
If we treated love like we treated marriage
There'd be a whole lotta confusion
Over what marriage meant



Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home on the floor
Give us all your honest answers
There are only honest questions
Left to live for

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