The Taxman from Phenomena by San Venganza

'Twas a fateful night when he met his demise
when my great grand-dad chugged his bottle and died
such a beautiful mind, and a face full life
but the taxman came, so he met his demise

"St. Peter, I'm knockin' on the door, oh won't you let me in?
I had one too many drinks, I really need to take a leak"
But no drunkard shall inherit the kingdom of the Lord
he said "well, fuck it! I don't give a dang, seems boring anyway
so I'll...

Drink the devil's brew
no matter what you mix it with
sweat, honey, blood or gloom

Sing the devil's blues
no matter what you play it with
it's time the swing the blues"

'Twas some tranquil night, a preacher came to my house:
"you live a life of sin, now you must pay your tithe"
But Jesus and his spirits have no power over me
I take chaos over salvation, I take freedom over fear

I said "preacher, I don't give a dang, you'd better stop lecturing me
you keep promising me hell, shake your head in disbelief
I hate to break it to you, but we're still on the same boat
doesn't matter what you call it: destitation, destiny - so...

Drink the devil's brew
no matter what you mix it with
sweat, honey, blood or gloom

Sing the devil's blues
no matter what you play it with
it's time the swing the blues"

Then a mystery man came to my house:
"for a nominal fee, reach Nirvana tonight"

-"But there's no peace, there's a lie
there's a passion igniting,
raging, breaking, transpiring,
driving every desire

There's no stillness of mind, just your mouthful of lies
and this fistful of steel that'll swat all the flies

There's someone knocking on your door, they're here to visit you
the reckoning is coming for the likes of me and you
now say your prayers, shut the lights, no matter what you do
the taxman is a-comin', it is time to pay your dues

Time you pay your dues, sir
no matter cash or credit,
debit, anything shall do

Sing the devil's blues
no matter what you play it with
it's time to swing the blues"

An agent of chaos and destruction, if you will
you keep promising me hell, shake your head in disbelief
the harbinger of death, a devil, if you will
anyway, there is no god to call upon to save

Boy, I'm knockin' on your door, I'm here to visit you
the reckoning is a'comin' for the likes of me and you
regarless of your sin, not matter whom you pray
there's room enough for all of us deep down in hell

Drink the devil's brew
no matter what you mix it with
sweat, honey, blood or gloom

Oh time to pay your dues, sir,
no matter cash or credit,
or soul,
anything shall do

Singin' aloud, my lonesome blues
chuggin' down the devil's brew
before my time is due-be do.

• Acoustic
• blues
• crust folk
• diy
• folk punk
• folk rock
• horror punk
• singer-songwriter
• spoken word
• swing
• Mexico