Joni Mitchell - Tax Free
Front rooms
Back rooms
Slide into tables
Crowd into bathrooms
Joke around
Cheap talk
Deep talk
Talk, talk, talk around the clock
Crawl home
Lie down
Teeth chatter
Heart pounds
I don’t feel so good
I don’t feel so good
Push a button to escape
Preacher on the tube crying lord!
There’s evil in this land
Evangelist:
Rock and roll music!
Cast down these dope-fiends
And there noisy bands!
Damn their souls!
Preacher preaching love like vengeance
Preaching love like hate
Calling for large donations
Promising estates
Rolling lawns and angel bands
Behind the pearly gates
You know, he will have his in this life
But yours will have to wait
He’s immaculately tax free
Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ...
Tax free
Hundreds and millions of dollars
Tax free
A hundred billion dollars!
And who is paying the price?
Who, who
Your children are
Pissed off
Jacked up
Scream into the mike
Spit into the loving cup
Strut like a rooster
March like a man
God’s hired hands and the devil bands
Packing the same grandstands
Different clothes
Pot in their pockets!
Different hair
Sexually active
Raise a screaming guitar or a Bible in the air
Theatre of anguish
Theatre of glory
God’s hired hands and the devil bands
Oh come let us adore---me!
Lord, there’s danger in this land
You get witch-hunts and wars
When church and state hold hands
Fuck it!
Tonight I’m going dancing
With the drag queens and the punks
Big beat deliver me
From this sanctimonious skunk
We’re no flaming angels
And he’s not heaven sent
How can he speak for the prince of peace
When he’s hawk-right militant
And he’s immaculately tax free
Our nation has lost it’s guts!
Save me
Our nation has lost it’s strength
Tax free
Our nation has whimpered and cried
Save me
And petted the castros
Tax free
The khomeinis’ and the kaddafis’
Save me
For so long
Tax free
That we don’t know how to act like a man
Save me
I think that we should turn the united states marines
Loose on that little island south of florida and
Stop that problem!
I am preachin’ love, I am!