neardeathexperience

It's title is "I'm Dying With Stress From The I. R. S. "

I'm dying with stress from the I.R.S.
Looking for what can't be found
Beady little eyes dressed in suits and ties they come knocking at my door
And all they ever found after breaking it down was a red light, double bite, whore
I'm dying with stress from the I.R.S. looking for what can't be found
Digging a holes their lifetime goal planting me under ground
Walking through the door at my Wal-Mart store my posters up everywhere
I've got creamy white thighs, all American eyes, heavy duty bad ass hair
Standing there in line it's check out time and people just stop and stare
Leather and lace with a mascara stained face I've got heavy duty bad ass hair
So close the doors and shut down this place
There's just no hope for the human race
This is Alice speaking
I said there's just no hope for the human race
So close the doors and shut down this place