Well, I'm a tax writer, check-kiter
People say that our rules are gettin' tighter
Bust a vein from the strain
Pay your taxes while I pop champagne
In my grey blazer, sharp as a razor
Heart is cold as a refrigerator
As you perspire, I acquire
I'm gonna take it all 'til you retire

Bang your head!
I.R.S. will drive you mad
Bang your head!
I.R.S. will drive you mad

I'm so hated and de-bated
Your overtime will be all negated
A reminder to dig deeper
The government ain't gettin' any cheaper!
I got the boys to take your toys
If you don't pay up, I will destroy you!
Repossess your success
And then we'll sneer at your excess

(Chorus)

I.R.S. will drive you crazy
I.R.S. will drive you mad
I.R.S. will make you all bleed
Red ink drowns the black!

( Guitar Solo )

Bang your head
See the red
We're all power-mad
You better dread
So bang your head and see the red, oh yeah
I.R.S. will drive you mad, mad, mad, mad

( Chorus )