"Blood, Death & Taxes" lyrics

So close so far away
Suspected so you say
They've got a place for me
I'm a displaced society

I'm not looking for compensation
I want some justice
Tell you what they want from me
Blood, death and taxes

Fed up - My hands are tied
Frustrated - Down the line
Busted and out of time
How could I have been so blind

They won't fuckin' rest until I'm dead