• Title:I.R.S.
  • Artist:Guns N' Roses
  • Album:Chinese Democracy
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    Guns N' Roses - I.R.S.

    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 follow you
    When you feel the difference
    Baby there's no time, it's true

    Wouldnt be the first time I've been WRONG
    Wouldnt be the last I'M SURE, I've Known
    with all the rumors I can 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 EMOTIONS that I've had to take
    I've found the truth and here's the worst yet
    Wouldn't even matter the things that I 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....ooh....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 it 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

    Wha you think 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 living inside of this song
    Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care
    Feelin' like I done more than my share
    Could've been the way that I 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.
    oooh, what shall I do
    If I gave my heart to you
    It's such a crime you now it's true

    Gonna call the president
    Gonna call 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 anymore that I can do