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 give I follow you So when you lead them in, that'll 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 With all the rumors I can tell Some things didn't work so well Well anyway, it feels the same As 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 And that's 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, 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 I bet 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 livin' inside of this song Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care Feelin' like I've done more than my share Could've been the way that I carried on Like a broken record for so long And I do Oh, oh I'm gonna call the President I'm gonna call a private eye Gonna get the IRS Gonna need myself the FBI Oh, 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 need 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 --- I.R.S. - Guns N' Roses