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Teksty: Guns n Roses. I.R.S..

Gonna call the president
Gonna call the private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna lead the FBI
There's not anymore that I can do
All the reasons
I followed you
When you feel the difference
Baby there's no time, it's true
Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I'm wrong
All the rumors I can tell
Something didn't work out
There isn't any way I can feel the same
Wouldn't be the first time they made it work out
On the go but I feel it all
All the ? are having a fit
And all the suits are hearing the word yes
Wouldn't be the amount of the things that I say
You made your mind up a long time ago anyway
Backing it up, I can see ya coming all day long

Well it's true
Oh, I am
But don't forget

Gonna call the president
Gonna call myself a private eye
Ooh gonna lead the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right out in your face
Reinvent it with your ?
With the police hung over with a head like you now

Ooh, oh
I feel the universe as a body
I seen it with the hand of someone else
Bleedin' like it's somewhere wrong
Feelin' like I do inside of this song
Feelin' like a ? 'nside a jail
Feelin' like i just walked in my shit
Just like a broken record
It's all day long

Gonna call the president
Gonna call the private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna get myself the FBI
Ooh, what shall I do
If I gave up fighting
It's a crime you know it's true!

(guitar solo)

Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Ooh, gonna lead the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right out in your face
Reinvent it with a ?
With the police hung over with a head like you now
There's not anymore that I can do
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