Death and taxes,
Our only certainties
In a life filled with doubt and despair
Profit or loss, in work or out
The taxman is always there
And when we’ve all had our fill
Of work and debt and pay this bill
And in despair we breath our last
His work is far from over
The family tearful at the will
Learn who must pay the last tax bill
For the revenue man is never last
To profit from our loss
In this our old democracy
I wonder oft‘ how this can be
For I‘ve never voted for any tax
And though my memory is lax
I never met anyone who did