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Burn the Taxes (Dark Country Music) - Dark Country Boy
They mail me threats each morning, but the fire always wins.
Ashes don't owe nothing, and flames forgive all sins.
Ink and numbers, a choking game.
They want my life, they want my name.
But I'm a ghost, I'm smoke, I'm air.
The letters vanish, I don't care.
They mail me threats each morning, but the fire always wins.
Ashes don't owe nothing, and flames forgive all sins.
Crackle, pop, the words dissolve.
Every flame, a perfect solve.
Justice served by orange and red.
Burn the guilt, the lies, the dread.
They mail me threats each morning, but the fire always wins.
Ashes don't owe nothing, and flames forgive all sins.
My dog just looks at me.
Like what's the fuss, friend?
He just wants to be free.
Till the very end.
They mail me threats each morning, but the fire always wins.
Ashes don't owe nothing, and flames forgive all sins.
Yeah, flames forgive all sins.