Guns 'n roses - I.R.S.

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 where you’d lead
And if that’d be
The end of time, it's true

Wouldn’t be the first time I 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 motions, the love and the sex
And that’s the truth, and here's the worst yet
Would it even matter the things that I’d say
You made your mind up and gone anyway
And there's no use now in draggin’ it on
Shoulda seen it coming all along

Well it’s true
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

I bet you think I'm doin’ this all for my health
I shoulda 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 it be the way I’ve carried on
Like a broken record for so long
And I do
Ooh, ooh

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna get myself the FBI

Oooh, 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
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

There's not anymore
That I can do